Miss Black America
(Indisponível)
You used to be the life and soul
Now you practise and preach self-control
You're obsessed with privacy, but there's none
Six billion mobile phones
There's no escape -
Trust no-one
Shout it out
Until your blood runs cold
Shout it out
Until your lungs explode
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America
What happened to your urge to destroy
And your mission to bring the noise?
Two young boys, wanking over atlases
Six billion empty heads
Death to the living dead
Shout it out
Until your blood runs cold
Shout it out
Until your lungs explode
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America
Shout it out:
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