almora'nın bol japon ajitasyonlu albümü 1945'ten güzel bir şarkı. dünyayı kanla sulayan bütün diktatörlere gelsindir.
when the fear shakes the world
with the darkest pain
he's killing wildly and laughing
with his ugly face
war and hate, tears and pain
and he's building this crimson hell
hangman- you're just the hate
hangman- i disgust your ugly face
hangman- i hate your crimson hell
hangman- hangman
(bkz: chris pureka) şarkısı. sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun.
Bottoms up, looks like a mess we've got.
You want to come along for the ride?
It's not a joke, no, it's some kind of bad idea.
We made the rope, we grew the tree...
Are you going let this, let this,
are you going to let this come undone?
Or are you going to make this right...
Listen up, this is no kind of Mardi Gras.
We're chained to the truck, we're along for the ride.
We're paying the hangman, we're paying the hangman.
We made the rope, we grew the tree...
Are you going let this, let this,
are you going to let this come undone?
Or are you going to make this right...
Bones keeping, bones keeping time,
march us, march us back through mistakes gone by,
not a lesson learned, but you'll remember this, something's gotta give...
Bottoms up, looks like a mess we've got.
You want to run, and just keep running.
We're paying the hangman, we're paying the hangman.
We made the rope, we grew the tree...
Are you going let this, let this,
are you going to let this come undone?
Or are you going to make this right...
Right, right, right...
