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Strange Week / Do The Bee / Big Sky / Ultracore / Let's Go Die / Data Control
Letras
One, two
One, two, three, four
Brick on your head from the top of the ceiling
Urban sniper, urban killer
Won't be finished until you're dead
Urban sniper, urban killer
Brick out the window, top of the head
Brick on the head 'cause you're a fuckhead
Brick at the window, top of my head
Brick on your head from the top of the ceiling
Urban sniper, urban killer
Won't be finished 'til you're dead
Urban sniper, urban killer
Brick out the window, top of the head
Brick on the head 'cause you're a fuckhead
Brick at the window, top of my head
You're a fuckhead
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
Tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
I'm tired of doing things your way, your way, your way
One, two
One, two, three, four
Here we go with politics
It's so fucked, it makes me sick
He's a socialist, you're just thick
Tell me you're an anarchist
What's that swastika in your fist?
You're naive, you're naive
You don't know who to believe
You're naive
Here we go with politics
It's so fucked, it makes me sick
He's a socialist, you're just thick
Tell me you're an anarchist
What's that swastika in your fist?
You're naive, you're naive
You don't know who to believe
You fucking suck
Strange week, strange week
Strange week, strange week
Strange week, strange week
Strange week, strange week
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, ah!
If you're tired of all those other dances
If you're tired of all those other moves
You should do this dance that's really way out
You should do this dance that really grooves
Buzz like a drone to that guitar tone
Be the cool chick on the scene
When you fly around like a queen
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Jump around like you're having a real good time
Jump around, then go and pollinate
Do the bee when you are at a party
Being a social insect is so great
It's even money, you'll impress honey
And look at the attention you get
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee (what? Come on)
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Jump around like you're having a real good time
Jump around, then go and pollinate
Do the bee when you are at a party
Being a social insect is so great
It's even money, you'll impress honey
And look at the attention you get
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, do the bee
Do the bee, do the bee, do the bee, oh
Big sky, blacks and whites
Shove that tape deck up your ass
We don't wanna die in your fucking war
It's either them or us to fight
We don't wanna die in your fucking war
It's either them or us to fight
(Come on) ultracore, ultracore
Why should I stay and give my life away?
First thing I've ever won, but that's just my luck
Now you got me, now I'm stuck
Stuck in a rut with a knife in my gut
Why should I stay and give my life away?
Why should I stay and give my life away?
You've cut the odds, my chances have dwindled
Gotta get out, gotta get away
Escape to die some other day
Why should I stay and give my life away?
Why should I stay and give my life away?
Now I'm getting really confused
Then I'd sit around and decide
Just who wins and just who dies
Why should I stay and give my life away?
Why should I stay and give my life away?
Why should I stay and give my life away?
That is all they talk about
They know everything about you
Keeping secrets is too hard
Your life is all recorded for you
In holes punched in computer cards
Data Control (digital readout)
Data Control (perforated feedout)
Data Control (microfilm files)
Data Control (1984 style)
A multinational corporation
A defense system so supreme
Too technical to talk about
Too complex for layman's brains
It's enough to make you paranoid
Or drive you crazy losers sane
Data Control (digital readout)
Data Control (perforated feedout)
Data Control (microfilm files)
Data Control (1984 style)
That is all they talk about
They know everything about you
Keeping secrets is too fucking hard
Your life is all recorded for you
In holes punched in computer cards
Data Control (digital readout)
Data Control (perforated feedout)
Data Control (microfilm files)
Data Control (1984 style)
Data, data, data, data, data, data, data, data, data, data
We'll be back for another set again