Song | Not In My Name - Check Yourself Mix |
Artist | KMFDM |
Album | Brimborium |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
All is quiet | |
Nothing left to hate | |
No signs of life to practice what you preach | |
Sorry comes too late | |
Play a little game called blind man's bluff | |
Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off | |
First part, bang, comes full stop | |
Returning us all back to dust | |
Regret, the bitter pill of defeat | |
It's ever only after, only after mistakes were made | |
The urge to blow apart and set it straight | |
It's either do it my way or the hard way | |
No matter what the consequence | |
Here's a little cash called hush-man money | |
Turn a blind eye, get gone and run | |
Shoot ‘em all down | |
Smoke ‘em all out | |
We got bigger toys and media clout | |
Not in my name | |
Better check yourself | |
Play your game somewhere else | |
A little sacrifice for your foe | |
Got your sticks, your stones | |
A place all your own | |
So much for unholy war | |
Not in my name | |
Never let yourself | |
Stand above the world yourself | |
You've no authority, you've got it wrong | |
You're rich and fat, what more could you get? | |
Damn you and your holy war | |
All is quiet | |
All is defeat |
All is quiet | |
Nothing left to hate | |
No signs of life to practice what you preach | |
Sorry comes too late | |
Play a little game called blind man' s bluff | |
Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off | |
First part, bang, comes full stop | |
Returning us all back to dust | |
Regret, the bitter pill of defeat | |
It' s ever only after, only after mistakes were made | |
The urge to blow apart and set it straight | |
It' s either do it my way or the hard way | |
No matter what the consequence | |
Here' s a little cash called hushman money | |
Turn a blind eye, get gone and run | |
Shoot ' em all down | |
Smoke ' em all out | |
We got bigger toys and media clout | |
Not in my name | |
Better check yourself | |
Play your game somewhere else | |
A little sacrifice for your foe | |
Got your sticks, your stones | |
A place all your own | |
So much for unholy war | |
Not in my name | |
Never let yourself | |
Stand above the world yourself | |
You' ve no authority, you' ve got it wrong | |
You' re rich and fat, what more could you get? | |
Damn you and your holy war | |
All is quiet | |
All is defeat |
All is quiet | |
Nothing left to hate | |
No signs of life to practice what you preach | |
Sorry comes too late | |
Play a little game called blind man' s bluff | |
Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off | |
First part, bang, comes full stop | |
Returning us all back to dust | |
Regret, the bitter pill of defeat | |
It' s ever only after, only after mistakes were made | |
The urge to blow apart and set it straight | |
It' s either do it my way or the hard way | |
No matter what the consequence | |
Here' s a little cash called hushman money | |
Turn a blind eye, get gone and run | |
Shoot ' em all down | |
Smoke ' em all out | |
We got bigger toys and media clout | |
Not in my name | |
Better check yourself | |
Play your game somewhere else | |
A little sacrifice for your foe | |
Got your sticks, your stones | |
A place all your own | |
So much for unholy war | |
Not in my name | |
Never let yourself | |
Stand above the world yourself | |
You' ve no authority, you' ve got it wrong | |
You' re rich and fat, what more could you get? | |
Damn you and your holy war | |
All is quiet | |
All is defeat |