Оригинален текст
World war archives fill the offices
of the cold war parties to research
the psycho base
in the influence and cause they
need free young slaves
Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's sh*re
to send information vibes
to let us know much more.
This is the film where the children shoes burn
where the windy hills of clothes smoke
in the autumn rain
Once upon a time? No it's yet today.
High tech preachers shake their legs
in an ethic scene
New religions leave this ball
with pillar feet on screens
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's sh*re
to send information vibes
to let us know much more.
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the mechanic sting
and the wide wave phones