Dead Kennedys - Chemical Warfare
Translated lyrics of Dead Kennedys - Chemical Warfare to Español
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Chemical Warfare
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses
Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years
I'm gonna have at it
I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy:
Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
On a country club full of Saturday golfers
So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy
Crazy crazy crazy crazy:
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Panic in the air
See the headless chickens runnin'
Golf carts head on crashin'
Crackin' heads wide open
Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath
And roll and writhe in a sandtrap
Starting to heave
Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Yellow air
Yellow clouds
Blowin' down down down the fairway
Sensitive to the touch
Mowin' down the putting green
Heading straight for the big clubhouse
Where the stuffed country club
Effervescent ladies, so carefree
Relax, pose by the pool
Limber limp with a dry martini
Until
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Publicado el: 2010-01-26 00:31:03 por Alex
Guerra Quimica
Abajo con el arsenal guardan los gases
Custodiados dia y noche por conejos blancos enjaulados
Han estado sentados ahí por años
Voy a tenerlo
Corto la barda, entro y lo tomo
Me vuelvo loco loco loco loco loco
Ahora tengo mi popio gas en mi bolsa
Sube un árbol y tiralo
En el club campestre lleno de golfistas
Asi que puedo verlos ahogarse y convulsionarse
Me vuelvo loco loco loco loco
Loco loco loco loco loco
Guerra química Guerra química
Guerra química Guerra química
Pánico en el aire
Ve a las gallinas sin cabeza correr
Los carros de golf chocan
Abriendo c avezas
Rasguña el pasto, señor, no puede repsirar
Y rueda en la trampa de arena
Comienza a tener
Araña esos palos, dejame verte
Loco loco loco loco loco
Guerra química guerra química
Guerra química guerra química
Aire amarillo
Nubes amarillas
Volando la via
Sensible al tacto
Se mueven hacia el green
Directo a la casa club
Donde el atascado club campestre
Mujeres efervescentes, son cuidado
Relajadas, junto a la alberca
Con un Martini seco
Hasta que
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