Ripped up bellys – Mothers who cry
Death’s 13 days – But no forgiveness make them dry
When they steal our life – Nobody do ask
They can take their own life – Why nobody see
One who runs and shout
One who shoot
One who trip and die, One who trip and die
One who runs and shout
One who shoot
One who trip and die, One who trip and die
Nobody have to be afraid
There’re bombs 2 us all
Just stand in file
And blow up yourself in the air
Nothing shall be left as property
Biological weapons make the air stuffy
Everybody lie still with eyes of matter
When other increase their arsenal of ratter
Idiocy without meaning
On earth was a word called life
Everything did go so bloody fast
When you blew up earth with my wife – THANK YOU A LOT
One who push in confusion
A last way out
One who push in confusion
One Last way out
One who push in confusion
Last way out
A last way out
To save his elected prestige
One who runs and shout
One who shoot
One who runs and shout, One who trip and die
One who runs and shout
One who shoot
One who trip and die, One who trip and die
----- CALABASH Empowered by omni-directional tube microphone from the 50’s
----- Solo by Tage
Translation to Swenglish by Bosse Sound