
The Gash Songtext
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the dirty town casts a cloud on us.
a blanket of smog like a sword of Damocles.
mechanical moves. people cannot smile.
Forcing my way through streets.
leaving this monotony for a while.
we pile up money. we love our cars.
perverted age. we need our wars.
consumption, selfishness and hate.
we will never learn.
we annihilate ourselves.
the civilisation is an experience,
a learning process.
but it`s a trap. can you stop turning round the key
and spitting out the exhaust fumes?
if a sore bursts open you concentrate on it.
but do you know - we are this gash.
people speak to god, most people speak to god
only in their final hour.
stupidity, decay, lack of restraint.
a blanket of smog like a sword of Damocles.
mechanical moves. people cannot smile.
Forcing my way through streets.
leaving this monotony for a while.
we pile up money. we love our cars.
perverted age. we need our wars.
consumption, selfishness and hate.
we will never learn.
we annihilate ourselves.
the civilisation is an experience,
a learning process.
but it`s a trap. can you stop turning round the key
and spitting out the exhaust fumes?
if a sore bursts open you concentrate on it.
but do you know - we are this gash.
people speak to god, most people speak to god
only in their final hour.
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