Vārdi: Exploders (The). The Exploders. Gods Above.

Way up high above, live the gods and all they love
Down here upon the soil, live the men who work and toil
L-I-B-E-R-T, why I want my liberty
No I wont work this field, Ill just rise with sword and shield

Because I am a god cause I shoot fire from the palm of my hands
I am your love because your cheeks turn red when Im talking to you
N Here I am with a red dress on cause a even though that were getting along
You say its okay but you need a man
That will love you more when hes holding your hand, Boy.

Whoa, I still love you