La Costa Rasa

Burning Idols
 

Some dumb fucker’s showing reason to be fearing

If you’re laughing at me hidden man

you better make it clearer

Cos I’m running out of patience with the bullshit and the show

I’m falling down this table and I’m loosing my control

 

And the things that are done, the things that are said

Are the things that I need like a bullet in the head              

I fight for peace and I fight for truth

I’ve a right I don’t fight for you

 

Hold on, slow down, wise up or I’ll burn your fucking house down.

 

Something’s burning but this head is made of fire

There’s no need for conversation you just fan the flames higher

And it seems sometimes it’s the feeling that you’re old

That keeps burning in your empty eyes and shining on cold

 

And the things that are done, the things that are said

Are the things that I need like a bullet in the head

I fight for peace and I fight for truth

I’ve a right I don’t fight for you

 

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Hold on, slow down, wise up or I’ll burn your fucking house down.