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Mohammed Singh Azad, No apologies
Not a shot in the dark, This is a warning
The sleeping awakes each and every morning
The time is now right to burst the imperial bubble
And my act of revenge is just a part of he struggle
A bullet to his head won t bring back the dead
But it would lift the spirits of my people
We ll keep on fighting we ve been a nation abused
You stiff upper lip will bleed and your pride will be bruised
No apologies, not a shot in the dark
This is a Warning
The sleeping tiger awakes each and every morning
The time is now right to burst the imperial bubble
And my act of revenge is just a part of he struggle
Synchronized time, vengeance will be mine
As they cross the curzon line into his mind
Into his home, I will burn the trophies he owns
Symbols of a future postponed
Mohammed Singh Azad, Zindabad!
A bullet to his head won t bring back the dead
But it would lift the spirits of my people
A bullet to his head won t bring back the dead
But it would lift the spirits of my people
I ll shake hands with the hang man, I ll wear the noose with pride
For like the British I ve no crimes to justify
Pentonville will be my last place on earth
And then death will return to me to the land of my birth

Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a coon
Well, I m going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a coon
You know the hounddog make-a music
On a summer night under a...

La vedo sempre passar
Con arroganza davanti al bar
Sempre elegante come una star
E che argomenti per incantar
Con quel profumo fa sospirar

Ha gli occhi del mar
E una pelle da accarzzar
Il seno quasi da indovinar
Il miele...

New ways of old
Have begun again
Doomed to repeat the past
Another mortal sin
Lies – feed the fire
That burn our hands
Die for a cause
The ill will of man

Slave, slave
To obsession of a final goal
How far will one go to the whim of...

He woke
He knew that he was dying
He spoke
And found that he was flying
Upstairs
High above the city
Through the ceiling of the stars
So cruel and pretty

Arms spread across the dark river
The night air causing him to shiver
Like the fluorescent lights in the Seven Eleven
Meet me in the backstreets of heaven

I don t...

The year is one
Dominance
Immune to the obstruction
The dawn of awkward legacies
Proliferate
Concocted in degrees of mental state
Nature unifies - pure and innocent
Syndicate the fall of the continents
Vehicles of insult
Discharged, Catapult
Discipline
Motives of intoxication emerge
In next of kin
Durable but still fatigued
Fungus on the mind
Impulse Temple of apathies
Numbsight represent
The absolute magnificent
We fascinate the infantile
A...