Tulkojums: Haris Alexiou. Kurš ir Alexipharmic?.
Only fear not living - Hell on Earth looks bleaker Give myself for humanity, that's my sacrifice I've got more passion for life than Mel Gibson's got for Christ [Chorus: x2] Alexipharmic
They say there's fewer sounds sweeter than the tone of children's laughter It captures men's hearts - proof life ends happily ever after And at eight
Trapped in the Garden of Eden, converse with Adam and Eve and Their mother 600 lbs., smiling down from a tree branch And poppa's gone, yet he left behind
is manifest, communicated clearly Emotively emancipated, lay it out for you dearly Sincerely yours, now and ever, til it reads on the tombstone "Here Lies Alexipharmic
Born with a silver spoon and a money made carriage A youth sheltered from the truth till abandoned by his parents Rupert Murdoch became a true Citizen
Six AM sunrise shine, define through my eyes As I dust off the memories of my second life's lies Another Autumn day forgotten, coalesce and fade away
Trapped in a philosophical box - I wonder how I got lost Dirt, dust, grime through the past brushed off Memories - one by one - Fall like Niagara in
April twenty-eighth, 1945 I've got to steal chicken, eggs, and bread to keep my family alive In Al Awja I thrive, raised in slums of the slums While
12 years old saw my first pair of boobs And ever since knew what I was destined to do Little I knew - the porn industry's shady Faked orgasms, women
This here's the land of eyes of stripes and star spangles And infinite streams of flag draped angels Limitless dreams that have turned into fables White
Rich get richer and the poor stay stuck And in the big picture we all turn to dust All of us claim the system's corrupt And all of us scream "In God
You've heard it said, life you love it to death And truer words were never spoken from the breath of this chest Envelop stress and give goodwill to the
You know the guy who gets his beauty tips from Maxim And talks to his bros before he takes any action And claims that your passion trumps his need for
I survived a busted condom and swam through a douche And planted myself in fallopian tubes So I exist as the result of a broken Trojan And implosion
You were born in 88, never made it past your sweet 16 It seems dreams don't trickle down to peasants from queens But please understand my habeebatee
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls You are jewels more precious than diamonds and pearls And anyone who tells you otherwise is doin it to compromise
