Being Shoot out from the Teeth - Plamenev

— The revolution’s like a spark from a flaming torch;

Scum in stealth take all their wealth and quickly go abroad.

Many rebels lose their blood in this gory purge;

Hey, kid, what’s your business here?

So you can draw your lot;

Now you go, now you go, now you, now you, now you go...

Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;

Filling the strong box of the rich with your bones;

Being a new promotion for an army big cheese;

Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone.

Or it could be like:

Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;

Being a number in the execution list;

Being a stupid fool in your grandsons’ memory;

Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.

And then all the people you’ve fought for will piss on your grave happily, as they’ll be stunned by TV.

— The generation of the dads doesn’t want to die;

They eat up their own old men and suffocate their sons;

They abuse their little girls and break the family tie,

Dreaming to destroy the life and my little ones!

Now I go, now I go, now I, now I, now I go...

Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;

Filling the strong box of the rich with my bones;

Being a new promotion for an army big cheese;

Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone.

Or it could be like:

Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;

Being a number in the execution list;

Being a stupid fool in my grandsons’ memory;

Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.

Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;

Filling the strong box of the rich with my bones;

Being a stupid fool in my grandsons’ memory;

Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.

Or it could be like…