Представляем точный текст композиции "Got No Soul" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cop Shoot Cop . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Got No Soul» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cop Shoot Cop передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cop Shoot Cop - "Got No Soul"
Lyrics to Got No Soul : Late for work again today Somebodys lying down on the job again Will you people please stop jumping under my train Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay While we hose the blood away (And the clock keeps ticking...) So I spent my evening wishing I was never born Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns Because the roaches wont do the laundry no more And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor Water comes through the ceiling... I asked a pig if he wanted to dance He says is that a 45 in your pants Or are you just glad to see me' I said, All I need is a distraction Or maybe a sense of satisfaction Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders Because my peripheral vision is dying It aint as if I aint trying Im a rat in a maze of my own devising And is that a call to arms... Is that a call to arms I hear rising' Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole' Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul. You hippy trash got no soul. Yer yuppie cash got no soul. Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control. Its a big black hole. Got no soul. Got no soul. Got no soul. Got no soul. And the clocks clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch Except that theres just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich Before the shit comes down So theyre out there panhandling for gold Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein Trying to find that big score: the mother lode And everythings a wannabe -- the wicked and the weak, The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized My T.V. mind-set is shattered (shdooby) No guts, no glory, no balls -- whatever you wanna call it -- There aint nothing real there at all (and I dont feel whole) Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul. Yer rolling stone got no soul. Yer music scene got no soul. Yer answering machine got no soul. Yer microwave, yer toilet slave. You corporate swine. Yer bullshit line. Hey you on the payroll! Hey you on the J Train! Hey you on the T.V. News! Hey you in the 3-piece suit! I got no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul. I got no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul... [ Got No Soul Lyrics ]
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