Lyrics:
Nie muszę złotem karmić wystarczy dam trochę prawdy
Powiem tu dzisiaj wprost pracuję na ten styl
Schylałem się po grosz by dziś dosięgać milion (i co)
When we were young we pledged allegiance
Every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices
Under teacher's watchful eye
We
O Maryjo my Twe dzieci
O Maryjo wspomóż nas
By Ojczyzna pod Twą opieką
Przeszła zwycięsko próby czas
Mimo minionych dni pod Twym przewodem
Polska
an aisle seat on a plane
And drove an English teacher half insane
Making up jokes about bicycle spokes
And red balloons
So I called up my local deejay
Hill
That judge will rot in hell
It's the song I hate
Yeah a cross on fire
By a christian liar
A lack attack at fire
It's the song I hate
The presdent
forgive them, they weren’t born like this
Oh no, crazy women are made by crazy men
He told his friends she was depressed
Borderline bi-polar, bitch with
gone insane
They know a few will try to gain by trying to live like their teachers
Save me for now, save me forever
Hold me so close, I can't bear
you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear my love
right by you
Sitting safe beside the truth
Beside you
Watch out for my bullshit
Everybody's got it
Careful as a soldier we're so strong
Begging my
It's possible that the worst
Of the inside
Could take our pencils away
End creating
Can't let the teachers lay waste
Of a new mind
Prevent
through the market place
Or pray with us by the water
May I have the plain poetry to tell them how I feel
Or why there is pain,
If the answers are
Teacher teacher teacher
Ever since we came to town
You don' t look a happy man
Is our mission (A threat to yours)
Is our mission (A threat to yours)
teacher on some hoe shit?
Just wanted to nut, now I think I'm traumatized
I just saw my teacher getting fucked by five guys
Now I'm really freakin' out, I
There ain't nothin' that can't be done by me and God
Ain't nobody come in between me and God
One day we'll live together where the angels trod
Me
[Busta]
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Yo, yo, yo, I can't understand
Why the parents and the teachers
And everybody trying to o the kids
you have a bunch of odds and ends
And get rid of all but one
Is it an odd or an end?
If the teacher taught
Why isn't it true that a preacher praught?
If
don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Everybody's got new orders
be a nice girl and kiss the warders
now the teacher is away
all the kids
miejsce które szczęście im zapewni
Da ciepłą strawę świeży chleb
Bo to jest zajazd „Pod Różą"
Pod różą czerwoną jak płomień
Gdzie wino płynie strumieniami
There ain't nothin' that can't be done by me and God
Ain't nobody come in between me and God
One day we'll live together where the angels trod
Me
wejść jak do wanny ale brniesz po kolana
Po horyzont po szyję po niewczasie po równo
Poboczami poniekąd tak ponuro i smutno
Chowasz głowę pod mankiet by
Mam pod chujem cały tuzin
Dwanaście groszy jeśli chodzi jej o flotę
Szukam muzy mała suko nie meduzy
Za tą wiedzę możesz dostać to w nagrodę
Mam pod
Surrounded by the angels of God
Step to the realm where evil reigns
We are soldiers prepared for war
With the power to speak his name
Satan with his legion
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her, there's longing
This girl's
The Preacher
Jump In The Motor
Let The Kisses Cascade
I'm The Love Commando This Is A Raid
If Love Is An Art, Baby I'm Surreal
With You By My Side
Can't
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