them obsolete. Tracked from the heavens by the gods of this world. Laughter fills glass towers. All is seen by unseen overseers as boots crush down slowly
we're gonna rest until we get orders erictile tool here just to support us your final request raise your pretty face against the cruelest hide your merrits
feeling made for lovers only It's a blessing heaven sent and meant to be Got the all overs for you all over me Got the all overs for you... All over
through life Chasing the wind The emptiness will never be satisfied While pleasure warms the dullness inside Restoration groans for fulfillment Within the captivity of pride CHORUS Overseer
Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just the New York times Sittin'
It's time, it's time It's time, it's time It's time, it's time It's time I declare war on stupidity We're droppin' beats and a lyrical fluidity An attack
I came in the building I just wanted something better for me an' my children Than the hate mixed with anger, I'm cockin' my banger My enemies are in danger
If I keep moving I can hold off the pain I just gotta keep moving Further, further away If I stop talking The sparks are going to fly So I'll just keep
Hip Rock! Heavily metal hip rock incredible I'm the ill destuctor, hi-fi combuster Motorheaded speakerfreak the block-rock doctor Huhg! No retro rock
ironic Beats, bass, beats Beats, bass, beats Bass raps unchained Overseer saw the skys turn grey Doomsday tidal waves Bass raps unchained Overseer
I am walking on the water The sea has turned to glass I am walking on the water The sea has turned to glass Send for all the doubters cameras Have them
Let the bass line getcha Let the bass line getcha Let the bass line getcha Three hundred pounds of pressure Let the bass line getcha Let the bass line
through life Chasing the wind The emptiness will never be satisfied While pleasure warms the dullness inside Restoration groans for fulfillment Within the captivity of pride [CHORUS] Overseer
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting
Oversettelse: Earth Crisis. Tilsynsmenn.
Oversettelse: Hart, Freddie. Got The All Overs For You (All Over Me).