Them - Galaxie 500

作词 : Fugazi when the bit pulls tight the grip is sewn into the reins can't breathe it out you'll just breathe it back again you mental-pack your chambers full

born into race and nation accept family and obligation i'm not a citizen i'm not a citizen embrace tradition and occupation cull memory for assimilation secure

作词 : Fugazi the sun's a strange light nothing grows right anymore scars on every stalk whose mouth should i use to talk? the force that marks the routine temp

number one in acquisitions now there is no foreign soil go global like a round thing go global like a hole to every money matchmaker splicing green as fast as y