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UGLY WOMAN
Musik:
Père Lachaise
Text: Reinhard Rietzler
l would like to say something
Before you leave and close the door
Perhaps you want me to know now
The reason for your ugly games.
You said that Christ is your brother
Belieye me girl, l don't care.
The time you spent on my rescue
Was waisted 'cause l only spit on your faith.
You lost a bloody year
And l'd like to know:
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Did you really think you have the right
To say that yours is the only way for a man to behave.
Let me show you another one.
l let you go and l don't care anymore.
Your faith teaches you, l'm dead from now on.
Be sure that l'm alive more than you ever will be.
So girl, believe me, all you're living for,
Just keep it and don't waste my costly time anymore.
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You
lost a bloody year
And l'd like to know .
How do you feel ?
How do you feel ?
You
wait for Armageddon, your enemies to slaughter
Proof of your rotten brain, you, warrior of mind.
Your spider s web of ugly lies, has caught so many
people s lives,
To fill the madhouse called : Kingdom Hall.
Oh never mind, l'd like to say, so live your life in your own way
The fool is free to think whatever he does.
But leave my life just on its own and move your arse out of my home.
So take your faith with you and go out of my life.
You
lost a bloody soul
And l'd like to know :
How do you feel ?
How do you feel ?
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