Brett Fuentes - Mecca Propaganda lyrics
rate meI am a whirl wind riding up into town
Like a star that’s falling from the sky
As the ground breaks beneath your feet
Makes you look up and say my my my
Well don’t be late, you see times a waistin’
Live for today we may die tomorrow
Shock the system, see what happens
Maximum leverage no matter how it falls
I will fight for the right to be right
I will die for the fight of the right to speak my mind
Don’t be late, you see times a waistin’
Live for today we may die tomorrow
Stop messin’ round with my world
Don’t you be calling me tomorrow
You will be sorry man next time you cross that line
Whips, crosses, impaled, torture racks, pendulums, suicide, angry mobs, cut your hand for stealing that bread my friend
Stop messin’ round with my world
Don’t you be calling me tomorrow
You will be sorry man next time you cross that line
Mecca propaganda all around me.
