N.A.C(nasshinguafutakyapitarizumu) OAU
- Lyricist:
MARTIN JOHNSON(mateinjonson)
- Composer:
OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND(obaguraundoakosuteikkuandaguraundo)
- Release Date:09-03-2014
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Pepper in the air ,
Cant stop this sneezing from the junk .
Even in the afternoon ,
Serve it with a wooden spoon .
Terrified of terrifying statements on the tube ,
What a perfect tool to break the mood .
Oh and all their prayers are consummated in the currency ,
Never mind the family they say that trend is dead ,
But its all the same to me .
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountains and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
But conversations died .
Doubled over on the tiles ,
To kiss the floor goodbye .
A second entry in the lights ,
Watching as the jokers fight .
Two by two they file out ,
To an uninvited dawn ,
Only to bed with curtains drawn .
Every day a slight submission ,
Keeps the truth alive ,
Round each bend a new addition ,
Keeps you satisfied .
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountain and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountain and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountain and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
But conversations died .
Cant stop this sneezing from the junk .
Even in the afternoon ,
Serve it with a wooden spoon .
Terrified of terrifying statements on the tube ,
What a perfect tool to break the mood .
Oh and all their prayers are consummated in the currency ,
Never mind the family they say that trend is dead ,
But its all the same to me .
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountains and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
But conversations died .
Doubled over on the tiles ,
To kiss the floor goodbye .
A second entry in the lights ,
Watching as the jokers fight .
Two by two they file out ,
To an uninvited dawn ,
Only to bed with curtains drawn .
Every day a slight submission ,
Keeps the truth alive ,
Round each bend a new addition ,
Keeps you satisfied .
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountain and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountain and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
Make a leader of me ,
Theres fire on the mountain and blood in the sea ,
No where left to run and hide ,
Im high in the seat with the world by my side ,
But conversations died .
