Paroles officielles de la chanson «Brutal Planet» : Alice Cooper

Chanson originale : Brutal Planet
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Paroles officielles de la chanson "Brutal Planet"

We're spinning round on this ball of hate
There's no parole, there's no great escape
We're sentenced here until the end of days
And then my brother there's a price to pay
We're only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure to be satisfied
And now it's over, there's no place to hide
Why don't you come down to?
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you come down to?
This world is such perfection, what a sight
It's just like paradise, for my eyes
A truly grand creation, what a sight
From up here it looks so nice, for my eyes
It's such a brutal planet, it's such a living hell
It was a holy garden that's right where Adam fell
It's where the bite was taken, it's where we chose to sin
It's where we first were naked, this is where our death begins
We took advice from that deceiving snake
He said, “Don't worry it's a piece of cake”
And sent us swimming in a burning lake
Now we're abandoned here for heaven's sake
Why don't you, come down to?
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to?
This world is such perfection, what a sight
It's just like paradise, for my eyes
A truly grand creation, what a sight
From up here it looks so nice, for my eyes
Here's where we keep the armies
Here's where we write their names
Here's where the money God is
Here's our famous hall of shame
Here's where we starve the hungry
Here's where we cheat the poor
Here's where we beat the children
Here is where we pay the whore
Why don't you come down to?
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you come down to?
This world is such perfection, what a sight
It's just like paradise, for my eyes
A truly grand creation, what a sight
From up here it looks so nice, for my eyes
Right here we stoned the prophets, built idols out of mud
Right here we fed the lions, Christian flesh and Christian blood
Down here is where we hung ya upon an ugly cross
Over there we filled the ovens, right here the holocaust

 
 


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