Raxola - eleven lyrics

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<b>eleven</b> by <i>Raxola</i><br />Tons of steel, glass and crushed concrete

Flooring down the city streets

He is wounded, the Leader of the World

Wondering why

Meanwhile, the struggling helpless nations

Are pointed out as evil

And despised as a guilty

The leader makes the rules

And its rule is raw

Its sharp teeth bright in the freezing sun

He declares, apocalypse now

It's a thriller!

I can't sleep I can't smile

My soul's sold

I'm the leader's son

Sweatshop boys, starving kids

Sex slaved women

Look out there the enemies of the leader

Cocacolized, macdonized,

CIAzed, FBIzed,

And still not satisfied

I can't sleep I can't smile

My soul's sold, but who bought it?

I can't sleep I can't smile

My soul's sold

I'm the leader's son

Tons of steel, glass and crushed concrete

Flooring down the city streets

He is wounded, the Leader of the World

Wondering why

I went to my doctor, my preacher, no answer

And the old beggar just told me son,

Eleven

I can't sleep I can't smile

My soul's sold, but who wants it ?

I can't sleep I can't smile

My soul's sold

I'm the leader's son