Aus-Rotten Lyrics
Aus-Rotten Lyrics
"Too Little, Too Late Lyrics"
Gump Lyrics
Gump sat alone on a bench in the park "My name is Forrest," he'd casually remark Waitin' for the bus with his hands in his pockets He just kept sayin' life is like a box of chocolates He's Gump, He's Gump What's in his head? He's G
Gump sat alone on a bench in the park "My name is Forrest," he'd casually remark Waitin' for the bus with his hands in his pockets He just kept sayin' life is like a box of chocolates He's Gump, He's Gump What's in his head? He's G
Many fled to Zaire for the fear of being killed in the vicious,
Bloody civil war that took half a million lives
Over two milion refugees pile into neighboring countries towns
Hoping to escape their deaths but this is what they found
Bodies stacked in massive piles and mass graves overflowing
As the cholera camps are waiting for the aid to finally come
The Rwandan refugees are dying by the thousands every day
While clean water needed to preserve life is supposedly on it's way
Too little, too late
We are
Remember My Members Lyrics
Remember my members - Schizophrenic psychotic bitch, Remember my members - Cunt, you've finally cracked, Remember my members - I'm anatomized and immobilized, Remember my members - For death I scream and beg, Remember my members - My penis, each arm, eac
all responsible for the third world we create Remember my members - Schizophrenic psychotic bitch, Remember my members - Cunt, you've finally cracked, Remember my members - I'm anatomized and immobilized, Remember my members - For death I scream and beg, Remember my members - My penis, each arm, eac
Now we try to help these people but we're too fucking late
Too little, too late
We control the third world's fate
Our high standard of living contributes to their deaths
And the truth behind the bloodshed is what our government protects
But the fault is also ours because we're killing with our greed
For our material possessions we confuse our wants with need
The companies and the media promote these capitalist views,
Praising the American way of life, never as
Street Life Lyrics
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, check it out! Street life into the night with the syncopated melodies Street life look left to right she got the lips from a magazine Cheap sound that comes from the under
ing at whose expenseOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, check it out! Street life into the night with the syncopated melodies Street life look left to right she got the lips from a magazine Cheap sound that comes from the under
So if you think we're helping then you're really fucking blind
Because we're after special interests and the rest we leave behind
Too little, too late
We are all responsible for the third world we create
Now we try to help these people but we're too fucking late
Too little, too late
We control the third world's fate
Haitian and Cuban refugees try to find a better life only to be denied
Entry to the United States because our government doesn't deem it necessary
To help our fellow m
Clouds Lyrics
The clouds are here They aren't up in the sky. I cupped them with my hands and reached up high. I said to these clouds, "no more am I blind. I have to see straight and that will make me unkind." Visions of blue, I'
n, so if they can't make us money The clouds are here They aren't up in the sky. I cupped them with my hands and reached up high. I said to these clouds, "no more am I blind. I have to see straight and that will make me unkind." Visions of blue, I'
They don't want them in our land
Panama and Nicaragua were some to receive our "aid",
So what kind of difference did we make beside the loss of lives?
And how is life in BOSNIA? Did the problems disapear?
And what about Rwanda is their water now crystal clear?
Too little, too late
We are all responsible for the third world we create
Now we try to help these people but we're too fucking late
Too little, too late
We control the third world's fate