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Damn your holy man aliveOh, no, you won't nail me to your treeOr hang my head up highNo kingdom reigns over meDespise all the liars I seeDon't give me your"Save my soul" cure

Nae sunce prerano je zalosvakog dana najavljuju kiune shvatamo ta nas je to snalopobednici istoriju piu.

Svakodnevno pada brojno stanjeSrbe danas mnogo lake broje,a ve sutra bie nas jo manjepobednici istoriju kroje.

Ve se zveri zlobno cerekaju,skupljaju se opori hijenane moraju dugo da ekaju,Srbija je skoro ubijena.

Porueni nai spomenici,vagabundi s konopca i kocakoji sebe zovu pobedniciod zle majke i jo goreg oca.

Deca e se odrei predaka,ue ono to zvanino vai,teko da e izmeu redakaprepoznati pobednike lai.

Bilo jedno neposluno plemebilo jednom i nema ga viesrpsko ime progutae vremeSrbija je prestala da die.

Borisav Bora orevi

Wasted Time Skid Row

The lyrics [Bierk, Sebastian, Philip, Sabo, David Michael, Southworth, Rachel Bolan] are posted below:

You and I together in our livesSacred ties would never frayThen why can I let myself tell liesAnd watch you die every day

I think back to the timesWhen dreams were what matteredTough talking youth naivete

You said you never let me downBut the horse stampedes and ragesIn the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted timeCan you look at yourselfWhen you think of whatYou left behind

Is it all just wasted timeCan you live with yourselfWhen you think of whatYou left behind

Paranoid delusions they haunt youWhere my friend I used to knowHe all aloneHe buried deep within a carcassSearching for a soul

Can you feel me inside your heartAs it bleedingWhy can you belive youcan be loved

I hear you scream in agonyAnd the horse stampedes and ragesIn the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted timeCan you look at yourselfWhen you think of whatYou left behind

Is it all just wasted timeCan you live with yourselfWhen you think of whatYou left behind

You said you never let me downBut the horse stampedes and ragesIn the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted timeCan you look at yourselfWhen you think of whatYou left behind

Is it all just wasted timeCan you live with yourselfWhen you think of whatYou left behind

The sun will rise againThe earth will turn to sandCreation colors seem to fade to greyAnd youl see the sickly hands of timeWill write your final rhymeAnd end a memory

I never thought you let it getthis far, boy