Battle

(альбом: The Killing Kind - 1996)

"It's not like you can just kill me."
"Actually, it's a lot like that."

Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really bad
Fire
Wanna wanna be the man
Doing everything ya can
Play it like ya really bad
Tired

Can I interest you in nothin'? Will you buy my disease?
You can take what you want, you can have what you need
Can I interest you in nothing yeah I think you'll be pleased
If you're looking for war, open the 1, 2, 3 door

Bleeding like a stuck pig
Play it like you're really big
Bleeding like a stuck pig
Don't matter

No one loves ya baby now without saying please
You got blood on your hands, you got dirt on your knees
Can I offer you salvation, yeah I think you'll agree
You're about to fall, about to fall, about to fall, about to fall

The battle, the war
The battle
The battle, the war
The battle

Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah
Napoleon had less rage
Self made mob, ya need an institution
Yeah, ya need a full time cage
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Kaos feed the big man
He ain't going home, ain't going home

"It's not like you can just kill me."

Disciple of Kaos
A self made man
Disciple of Kaos
That's what I am
Disciple of Kaos
The silent roar
Disciple of Kaos
Open the 1, 2, 3 war

The battle, the war
The battle
The battle, the war
The battle

Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?