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Дата випуску: 15.02.2001
Мова пісні: Англійська
Fever |
Miscellaneous |
Fever |
They come and ask you for your life |
Men it’s a fever |
Let love abide and joy will rise (2x) |
The only thing next to meet is the grim reaper |
While your life is terrorised by the late fever |
They paralize ya by legalising the reefer |
I know cuz my nose got the sense of a golden retriever |
But trial is on the disbeliever |
The highest bidder |
We got the cure blowing out ya transmitter |
Politics, music it `s all the same but the |
Post not to blame for all sorrow and pain |
Campaign, cuz we reign let`s get the |
The kabinet changed |
Keep ya to ear |
To it music and we do it again |
Don’t let a fever ruin your plan. |
The future is at hand |
Don’t feel accused, but you been used in many attempts |
Chorus |
Everybody likes more freedom and more welfare |
More shares of the pot that feeds’em |
We talk sense if it ain’t teaching |
We got demands from a nation that´s starving and dying to get a chance |
Where’s you heart at take part of a dream starting |
Increased violence in the luxury life supported |
Allready thought it would lead the way the finger points to |
Cuz they’re the ones that really you. |
Men the air you breath only temporary |
No money can’t compete |
Against the value of life we all know we need |
Squeze the fever out of breathers to lust for greed |
Lifes a breaze can’t seem to live comfortably |
Global politickin judging us scarfully |
Plus the streets never really took care of we |
Packin heat as means to live carefully |
Reality fever |
Chorus |
Young life insecure not sure about wrong or right |
what is it that makes u fight |
and why live it we know it ain’t not permitted |
but it does in the streets |
where there’s rules and they not to keep |
opposite things a state of mind poverty brings. |
we tell you about jobs and the value of market it in |
put a target on print for the bombartment |
generals marched in roll out the red carpet |
there’s control by the fever at the bank, it runs where the money goes |
everybody love it that’s how grows |
pullin plugs on a mind that is easily bugged |
They get you drugged, get you what? |
Chorus |