Представляем точный текст композиции "These Colours Dont Run" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Conflict . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «These Colours Dont Run» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Conflict передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Conflict - "These Colours Dont Run"
Lyrics to These Colours Dont Run : The factories still churning out, of that theres not a single doubt Theres more snide shit from their fleapits; they couldnt give a fucking shit Its true, overdue, and plain to see the plights of those in misery A dead necked vision, product of subsidence, fucked up, and held in screaming silence Another police force investigation, blatant lies, false fucked suggestions Is it all down to communications' Or does the grass need cutting' Has it changed direction' The chants that only serve to divide, the police link with the revenue, the royalties slide Now as poor old Joy Gardener bites the dust, why should I give a fucking fuck' But the lefties scream outside the courts, looking to lay the blame, its no ones fault They show sincerity, oh how much they care, yeah in their sick, twisted cause, in their affairs A black boy has just missed his bus, a racist attack, or bloodthirsty lust' Again, the left jump on the back of this weeks attack, and force feed, socialist shit militant crap They blatantly try and whip up violence, why dont they keep their arseholes shut' And keep it silent Another black person has died, that is true, but are you surprised' I aint because I already knew By promoting political deaths, they could not give a fucking toss Sexism reigns in mans green world, the ALF proves yet again that they wont be told That what they do (or dont) is totally wrong, so fuck off you insane cunts, still remains... our song! Detention centres for the relentless, approved schools for the fools Abolish the jury, punish the fury, but its our power that you fuel So it is basically blatantly obvious, and in fact fucking common sense That when people are forced to live in shit, under your conditions crime will undoubtedly spread You may be watching every move we make you even convince yourself that you are clever But Im looking right back into your eyes, so dont you ever, never ever Think that I might trip or slip right down your stairs Into your cells, where unaware You can beat and fuck me senseless While the world spins around relentless You may have people on your side that I consider the lowest form of life But dont you think what you call respect even enters into my minds aspect For Im sick of respect, how about our causes instead' That made the maddened go to extreme lengths Who simply couldnt take it' Who knew they wouldnt make it' Being ground down fine, by those who havent got the time For they shall punish those who sin Toss the peasants lives into the bin Of those that wont beg to their Jesus, God, Christ Ive had enough of that Christ Ive had enough of this [ These Colours Dont Run Lyrics ]
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