Still The Rhythm — текст песни (Terrorvision)

And we`ve all got sick with our cooler than thou
Holier than shit attitudes
Still the war goes on just drop the bomb
There`s nothing left to lose
There`s a bullet in this gun so you`ve got till
the count of one before they shoot
Let`s get a disease there`s nothing better to do
So we`ll give it to you and then do as we please
We`ll move to mars, buy big fast cars
Then spread with ease
`Cos this gun`s pointing at you
So you`ve only got till two before they shoot
Still the rhythm goes
Still the rhythm goes
Still the rhythm goes
Let`s start a war where lots of people get killed
We destroy the world there`s nothing left no more
Rid the earth of a race right off its face just say we`re bored
`Cos if that gun`s pointing a me
Then you`ve only got till three before they shoot
Let`s invent a drug, yeah!
That`s addictive quick, makes you sick with an instant hug
We`ll sell it to kids who`ll flip their lids then total crook
You don`t get to the count of four
They don`t do that anymore before they shoot
Still the rhythm goes
Still the rhythm goes
Still the rhythm goes....on!!
It`s a very, very good
It`s a very, very good
It`s a very, very good
It`s a very, very poor