The Mescaline Babies – Black Mass Lyrics
Artist: The Mescaline Babies
Song: Black Mass
We are sons of a b#stard mother
Our air is tyranny
It runs deep through our veins
Our flesh is soaked with it
No ideals, nothing better
Of this old vintage sh#t
We are the scum of welfare
The means sons of History
We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
Before the great blast
We live for delirious dreams
We’re dead for a bunch of coins
All dull, all doped to death
It’s called mediocracy
They look with paranoia
What’s keeping us alive
Our war is spiritual
Against our fathers’ void
We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
Before God’s great blast
No, no, no no
We won’t swallow anymore…
No, no, no no
We won’t swallow anymore…
We’re yelling at the end of times
We’re the remainings!
We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
Here comes the great blast!
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Release Year: 2010