Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

Make Room, Make Room Lyrics - Bigger Than The Devil - S.o.d. (stormtroopers Of Death)

I saw a proline sticker just other day 

Another mental fool with no right to procreate 

Elbows bumping, tempers growing 

Veins bulge in my neck and eyes 

We're just a bunch of animals 

That fuck to survive 

 

Make room, make room 

Spread the fuck right out 

Make room, make room 

For the hand of doom 

 

I built a wall around myself 

From a world that's on the brink 

There's a problem with my armor 

'Cause there's just too many chinks 

 

Cyanide the water supply 

Take a drink and watch 'em die 

Release ebola in the air 

Swell and bleed out everywhere 

Sarin gas for you to smell 

Take a train ride, next stop hell 

 

A Y2K census and we're all filled up 

Like a thick head of beer overflowing its cup 

A culling of humans, a matter of space 

Like herd management for the human race 

 

Line 'em up against the wall 

Aim and fire, send in more 

Dynamite, hand grenades 

Cold Guyanin lemonade 

 

Judas Priest pumpin' loud 

Pump your shot gut, listen 'pow' 

Poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion 

Chop 'em, burn 'em, fuck it, nuke 'em 

Fuckin' nuke 'em 

 

There's too many people 

Too many mouths to feed 

What is the solution? 

When billions need to eat 

 

There's not enough space 

Nowhere to put our waste 

With a little salt and pepper 

How do you think we'll taste? 

 

With a little salt and pepper 

How do you think we'll taste? 

With a little salt and pepper 

How do you think we'll taste? 

 

Cyanide the water supply 

Take a drink and watch 'em die 

Release ebola in the air 

Swell and bleed out everywhere 

 

Sarin gas for you to smell 

Take a train ride, next stop hell 

Line 'em up against the wall 

Aim and fire, send in more 

Send in more, send in more 

 

Make room, make room 

Spread the fuck right out 

Make room, make room 

For the hand of doom 

 

I built a wall around myself 

From a world that's on the brink 

There's a problem with my armor 

'Cause there's just too many chinks 

 

Make room, make room 

Spread the fuck right out 

Make room, make room 

Spread the fuck right out 

Writer:

Copyright: Hanseatic Musikverlag Gmbh Co Kg;prophecies Publishing Markus Staige