| Song | C.S.A.M. |
| Artist | Bad Breeding |
| Album | Exiled |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charlie Rose | |
| 作曲 : Charlie Rose | |
| Feeble puppets follow in tow | |
| meeting bloodshed with more warheads | |
| An endless cycle of posturing games | |
| Flesh torn apart to end the suffering | |
| It's an age-old excuse for a murderous show | |
| - power and greed keep the cruise well oiled | |
| Metal shards puncture, screams colour the night | |
| NATO flat-tracks rub their hands | |
| Metal shards puncture, screams colour the night | |
| There’s a payout to be claimed from the carnival of life | |
| At home they peddle myths of good and evil | |
| rented hacks exploit the bits in the middle | |
| End result? Death rains from the sky | |
| Chemical sunset, ashen morning | |
| End result? Death rains from the sky | |
| Chemical sunset, ashen morning | |
| And they’ll pass you the shovel with barrow and spade | |
| A hard-earned pit for your proudest… the brave | |
| To die for what? Money and oil! |
| zuo ci : Charlie Rose | |
| zuo qu : Charlie Rose | |
| Feeble puppets follow in tow | |
| meeting bloodshed with more warheads | |
| An endless cycle of posturing games | |
| Flesh torn apart to end the suffering | |
| It' s an ageold excuse for a murderous show | |
| power and greed keep the cruise well oiled | |
| Metal shards puncture, screams colour the night | |
| NATO flattracks rub their hands | |
| Metal shards puncture, screams colour the night | |
| There' s a payout to be claimed from the carnival of life | |
| At home they peddle myths of good and evil | |
| rented hacks exploit the bits in the middle | |
| End result? Death rains from the sky | |
| Chemical sunset, ashen morning | |
| End result? Death rains from the sky | |
| Chemical sunset, ashen morning | |
| And they' ll pass you the shovel with barrow and spade | |
| A hardearned pit for your proudest the brave | |
| To die for what? Money and oil! |
| zuò cí : Charlie Rose | |
| zuò qǔ : Charlie Rose | |
| Feeble puppets follow in tow | |
| meeting bloodshed with more warheads | |
| An endless cycle of posturing games | |
| Flesh torn apart to end the suffering | |
| It' s an ageold excuse for a murderous show | |
| power and greed keep the cruise well oiled | |
| Metal shards puncture, screams colour the night | |
| NATO flattracks rub their hands | |
| Metal shards puncture, screams colour the night | |
| There' s a payout to be claimed from the carnival of life | |
| At home they peddle myths of good and evil | |
| rented hacks exploit the bits in the middle | |
| End result? Death rains from the sky | |
| Chemical sunset, ashen morning | |
| End result? Death rains from the sky | |
| Chemical sunset, ashen morning | |
| And they' ll pass you the shovel with barrow and spade | |
| A hardearned pit for your proudest the brave | |
| To die for what? Money and oil! |