Lied "Fetish" (Michael Kuhn; Boris Morf): Unterschied zwischen den Versionen
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A bullet to sleep and a tall cross to die | A bullet to sleep and a tall cross to die | ||
I'm a freak of terror and the rope is my tie | I'm a freak of terror and the rope is my tie | ||
My | My skin is too white cause the sun is too dark | ||
So it's your body where I'm putting my mark | |||
Got enough of toys, I now need real fetish... | Got enough of toys, I now need real fetish... | ||
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Aktuelle Version vom 3. Dezember 2011, 18:24 Uhr
| Liedtitel | Fetish |
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| Musikautor | Michael Kuhn; Boris Morf |
| Textautor | Michael Kuhn; Boris Morf |
| Herausgeber |
Fetish
Princess in Paradise and steel dogs in rage
Godless angels with steelstuds in cages
Black rainbow is crying, is going insane
Losing control, losing shame, need some pain
A waitress to whip and a widow to rape
A bloody rich guy to suppress and to shape
No justice for losers in our virtual hell
That's all rotgut fetish and I have to tell
Got enough of toys, I now need real fetish...
The enchanted forest is full of Nazis in love
The symbol of hate wrapped up in the transparent glove
No need for reason on from the start
Makes me wanta push a knife in my heart
A bullet to sleep and a tall cross to die
I'm a freak of terror and the rope is my tie
My skin is too white cause the sun is too dark
So it's your body where I'm putting my mark
Got enough of toys, I now need real fetish...