Traduction: Émeute. Terre Promise.
to do Send myself astray I'm out on the prowl head on hand in hand lead me to the promised land I'm gonna lead you to the promised land whoa oh aah ooh
ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya flossin' all tha way Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold it goez, around up in slow-mo Been tickin', and I land
you are Just an armed body Slaves of demagogic promises And soldiers of the state violence Prefering repress urban riot And ignore social urgence
wine glass tilts if I had a shovel, I'd dig a hole in the dirt and I'll be hiding when his drunken stupor lands upon earth and if your little wing is
riot can't keep quiet this time gon' be more than a riot can't keep quiet this time gon' be more than a riot can't keep quiet this time gon' be more than
lost in greed In a time of massive wealth, where not one sees Chemical children are raised in the streets Their whoring mothers begging beside In prisons the riots
Take a word from this promised land Rise or fall Number one to take the stand Rise or fall Take a word Take a word from this land Rise or fall Rise
wind that's been blowing Reckless Hearts - Desperate souls They pass the blame and wash their hands Behind the walls The blood will flow And curse the promised land
m so confused--take the world away) [Verse 2 - Crypt the Warchild] I'm a maniac, you need to watch who you war with you in the land of stars when the
lost in greed. In a time of massive wealth, where not one sees. Chemical children are raised in the streets, Their whoring mothers begging beside. In prisons the riots
bottles with It's dreams with dusty dashboards and chipping paint At least the animals have something to poison themselves with Director yelling "Cut!" on riot
been promised So shall it also happen with us For a hero's return, our hearts still burn For his coming, we passionately yearn In a land where dreams still are burning In a land
, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya flossin' all tha way Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold it goez, around up in slow-mo Been tickin', and I land
land? I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings (well, you're right) grip your pointed stick, incite your riot
