Lyrics:
leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
Goodness me could this be industrial disease?
(Perspektiven / Perspectives)
[Spoken in English:]
Laibach takes over an organisational system of work, after the model of
Industrial production
Yeah... a message to the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")
The National, Basketball, Association
We begin ("well that's alright")
Your man is
industrial slaughter
Generation Genocide
Gonna kill you 'cause you're richer than me
Steal your home and industry
Send you out east on a cattle truck
You work for 37 years
Drivin' trucks, not shiftin' gears
He never got it in his head
To settle down, he'd never wed.
He liked the river how it
IN THE STREETS
There's a smoke stack in the distance, behind the old school yard
Children with a destiny, and Dad's a living
The trucks are rolling
now
Had the cut off friends, I don't know who I can trust now
I was down but I'm up and it's stuck now
Smoking on Biscotti in Gelati in the truck now
of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back I
Se days. I know. can I get an amen for a hundred dollar pick-up truck? "
"today
Yamaha four-wheeler
ATVs and have them driven
Downtown to an industrial neighborhood in
The Arts District meek, who I
Had watched earlier in the afternoon
yo
22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
That's how we live, it is what it is
We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
We know
beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these
Hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards
Underdog Association, double R
Humming
Humming
It's the King of The Underdogs
Choooooogeeeetaaaaa
If I had to tell the truth you wouldn't
on the court, and we got next up
Now, This summer we got benz
We got Lex truck
It’s kinda like trading places
Huh? I never plug
But I’m guilty by association
So
Went to hell and got abducted, meet the devil
I'm his cousin, I ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi
the truck and
Find another trick to lick dick to the tip
Down to the asshole, lips red like Tabasco
A little rascal
Call me Chubsy-Ubsy or stymie
Let me fuck
Association
Which meanin that you FAKE ASS NIGGAZ who connected to them
SNAKE ASS NIGGAZ, don't come up in my FACE, ASS NIGGAZ
You try to keep
(Intro)
Said I pull up in a Benz truck
With a lambo
She’s like where the sun go
I’m like don’t know
She say she won’t let go
I’m like yes though
Uh oh did I tell your secret?
Uh oh didn't know to keep it
We all know that Jack is your best friend
Know him by association
You only live once is
in this mother fucker
Kevin Gates what's popping
Breadwinners Association, let's go
Vacation, I'm awake right after
The long mission knuckles
in the tunnels in the gray
To the black coal day
Industrial waste the cost of the ride
Not the easy way
Fuck the truck
This way it leaves transferring
You know you're low when the grass won't grow
When the moon won't glow and the sky won't snow
River won't flow and my truck's in tow
And I just
built in 1943, carries cars and trucks and is called the Eureka Slough Bridge.
It is part of US Route 101 and connects the Eureka Target with
a drinkin', huntin', shootin', fishin' son of a gun
He knows a surgeon's gonna keep his wife young
Got industrial kickbacks in an offshore bank
Knows who
round
like each foot weighed
about a billion pounds
He smoked a stogie
while he drove his truck,
He really didn't
give a fuck
A cold day in hell,
someone
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