Fax of Death

The men at the banks with thier golden tanks
Are crushing me to death.
The the kids on the streets with with confusion feet
They just kick my every breath.

So preassure builds on the frontal lobes.
And building up 'till your head implodes.
But now I've got fax machine of death.
You get that fax, you've only got one breath.

So why can't you see.
You can't take the heat.
They're running on you.
They're running on me.

You swim in the sea.
You swimming with glee.
Oh we could be free.
So we could be free.

So why can't you see.
You can't take the heat.
They're running on you.
They're running on me.

You swim in the sea.
You swimming with glee.
Oh we could be free.
So we could be free.

The kids are all right 'cause they face thier plight
With smiles on thier faces.
The teachers are not enviromental rot
They lost the plot now they're ill fated.

Your chest explodes, feel your legs burning.
Your strenght errodes with your lungs yearning
To take in air before you catch your death.
Take it to work you only got one breath.

So why can't you see.
You can't take the heat.
They're running on you.
They're running on me.

You swim in the sea.
You swimming with glee.
Oh we could be free.
So we could be free.

So why can't you see.
You can't take the heat.
They're running on you.
They're running on me.

You swim in the sea.
You swimming with glee.
Oh we could be free.
So we could be free.

La la la, la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la
Oh now I have fax machine of death.

So why can't you see.
You can't take the heat.
They're running on you.
They're running on me.

You swim in the sea.
You swimming with glee.
Oh we could be free.
So we could be free.

So why can't you see.
You can't take the heat.
They're running on you.
They're running on me.

You swim in the sea.
You swimming with glee.
Oh we could be free.
So we could be free.



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Richard Green, Charles Frederick Andrew, Oliver Puglisi, Mark Stephen Rainbow, Martin Sakutu, Bob Tollast
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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