Letras:
Bauhaus Burning From The Inside

The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white

Wish your mornings will be brighter Break the line, tear up rules Make the most of a million times no Wish your mornings will be brighter Break the line

socks tonight, tonight The stranger arrives, the gun still warm 20 years to old used to form Turns out to be an old trick From her senior service, senior