Song | Civilization Day |
Artist | Quasimoto |
Album | The Further Adventures of Lord Quas |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jackson | |
I woke around this morning at 7:30 thirty | |
Head hurtin and my stomach felt funny funny | |
Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky | |
Sucker's swarming around | |
Many begin to die | |
Shitty smell run across the whole city | |
Nuclear toxic now we wont feel no pity | |
Many die from e-bola | |
Many from AIDS | |
Mexicans, whities, Japanese, and Spades | |
Indian, Iranian, and all them others | |
Bout to find out for self | |
We got the phantom | |
See which side of the game is over there | |
Well is this it, the end of civilization | |
Are we prepared? Well I hope so | |
Here's the official stolen government training film | |
Of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising | |
Today you have to stay on your toes | |
When you're walkin the streets and stalkin the sheets stay on the low | |
Go to the wrong territory and get blown, blown | |
Some brotha's ain't even knowing, knowing | |
Revelations are is on it's way like ya next spliffs | |
So get your mental uplift while we shootin the gift | |
Black magic chants | |
Mass eat per cold clams | |
Be on the sky take a glare | |
Look around wonder why | |
We must be born to die | |
We must be born to die |
zuo qu : Jackson | |
I woke around this morning at 7: 30 thirty | |
Head hurtin and my stomach felt funny funny | |
Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky | |
Sucker' s swarming around | |
Many begin to die | |
Shitty smell run across the whole city | |
Nuclear toxic now we wont feel no pity | |
Many die from ebola | |
Many from AIDS | |
Mexicans, whities, Japanese, and Spades | |
Indian, Iranian, and all them others | |
Bout to find out for self | |
We got the phantom | |
See which side of the game is over there | |
Well is this it, the end of civilization | |
Are we prepared? Well I hope so | |
Here' s the official stolen government training film | |
Of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising | |
Today you have to stay on your toes | |
When you' re walkin the streets and stalkin the sheets stay on the low | |
Go to the wrong territory and get blown, blown | |
Some brotha' s ain' t even knowing, knowing | |
Revelations are is on it' s way like ya next spliffs | |
So get your mental uplift while we shootin the gift | |
Black magic chants | |
Mass eat per cold clams | |
Be on the sky take a glare | |
Look around wonder why | |
We must be born to die | |
We must be born to die |
zuò qǔ : Jackson | |
I woke around this morning at 7: 30 thirty | |
Head hurtin and my stomach felt funny funny | |
Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky | |
Sucker' s swarming around | |
Many begin to die | |
Shitty smell run across the whole city | |
Nuclear toxic now we wont feel no pity | |
Many die from ebola | |
Many from AIDS | |
Mexicans, whities, Japanese, and Spades | |
Indian, Iranian, and all them others | |
Bout to find out for self | |
We got the phantom | |
See which side of the game is over there | |
Well is this it, the end of civilization | |
Are we prepared? Well I hope so | |
Here' s the official stolen government training film | |
Of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising | |
Today you have to stay on your toes | |
When you' re walkin the streets and stalkin the sheets stay on the low | |
Go to the wrong territory and get blown, blown | |
Some brotha' s ain' t even knowing, knowing | |
Revelations are is on it' s way like ya next spliffs | |
So get your mental uplift while we shootin the gift | |
Black magic chants | |
Mass eat per cold clams | |
Be on the sky take a glare | |
Look around wonder why | |
We must be born to die | |
We must be born to die |