Вершы: Mustasch. Black City.

I?m accused of being cold

With no emotions at all

Well I?m having a ball

I?ve got my motor running



I?m jumping with joy

Search and destroy

Come on come on come on

I?ve got my motor running



Nowhere you can hide

You won?t leave this place alive

Cause the sun ain?t gonna rise

The sun will never shine

In Black City



I?ve got smog in my brain

And gasoline in the veins

Get out of my way

I?ve got my motor running



Accused of being cold

Well I?m having a ball

Search and destroy

I?ve got my motor running



I use you as I please

The price you pay for walking my streets

Cause the sun ain?t gonna rise

The sun will never shine

In Black City