Make Room, Make Room Lyrics
| Song | Make Room, Make Room |
| Artist | Stormtroopers of Death |
| Album | Bigger Than the Devil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : S.O.D. | |
| I saw a proline sticker just other day | |
| Another mental fool with no right to procreate | |
| Elbows bumping, tempers growing | |
| Veins bulge in my neck and eyes | |
| We're just a bunch of animals | |
| That fuck to survive | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| For the hand of doom | |
| I built a wall around myself | |
| From a world that's on the brink | |
| There's a problem with my armor' | |
| Cause there's just too many chinks | |
| Cyanide the water supply | |
| Take a drink and watch 'em die | |
| Release ebola in the air | |
| Swell and bleed out everywhere | |
| Sarin gas for you to smell | |
| Take a train ride, next stop hell | |
| A Y2K census and we're all filled up | |
| Like a thick head of beer overflowing its cup | |
| A culling of humans, a matter of space | |
| Like herd management for the human race | |
| Line 'em up against the wall | |
| Aim and fire, send in more | |
| Dynamite, hand grenades | |
| Cold Guyanin lemonade | |
| Judas Priest pumpin' loud | |
| Pump your shot gut, listen 'pow' | |
| Poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion | |
| Chop 'em, burn 'em, fuck it, nuke 'em | |
| Fuckin' nuke 'em | |
| There's too many people | |
| Too many mouths to feed | |
| What is the solution? | |
| When billions need to eat | |
| There's not enough space | |
| Nowhere to put our waste | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we'll taste? | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we'll taste? | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we'll taste? | |
| Cyanide the water supply | |
| Take a drink and watch 'em die | |
| Release ebola in the air | |
| Swell and bleed out everywhere | |
| Sarin gas for you to smell | |
| Take a train ride, next stop hell | |
| Line 'em up against the wall | |
| Aim and fire, send in more | |
| Send in more, send in more | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| For the hand of doom | |
| I built a wall around myself | |
| From a world that's on the brink | |
| There's a problem with my armor' | |
| Cause there's just too many chinks | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out |
| zuo ci : S. O. D. | |
| I saw a proline sticker just other day | |
| Another mental fool with no right to procreate | |
| Elbows bumping, tempers growing | |
| Veins bulge in my neck and eyes | |
| We' re just a bunch of animals | |
| That fuck to survive | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| For the hand of doom | |
| I built a wall around myself | |
| From a world that' s on the brink | |
| There' s a problem with my armor' | |
| Cause there' s just too many chinks | |
| Cyanide the water supply | |
| Take a drink and watch ' em die | |
| Release ebola in the air | |
| Swell and bleed out everywhere | |
| Sarin gas for you to smell | |
| Take a train ride, next stop hell | |
| A Y2K census and we' re all filled up | |
| Like a thick head of beer overflowing its cup | |
| A culling of humans, a matter of space | |
| Like herd management for the human race | |
| Line ' em up against the wall | |
| Aim and fire, send in more | |
| Dynamite, hand grenades | |
| Cold Guyanin lemonade | |
| Judas Priest pumpin' loud | |
| Pump your shot gut, listen ' pow' | |
| Poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion | |
| Chop ' em, burn ' em, fuck it, nuke ' em | |
| Fuckin' nuke ' em | |
| There' s too many people | |
| Too many mouths to feed | |
| What is the solution? | |
| When billions need to eat | |
| There' s not enough space | |
| Nowhere to put our waste | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we' ll taste? | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we' ll taste? | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we' ll taste? | |
| Cyanide the water supply | |
| Take a drink and watch ' em die | |
| Release ebola in the air | |
| Swell and bleed out everywhere | |
| Sarin gas for you to smell | |
| Take a train ride, next stop hell | |
| Line ' em up against the wall | |
| Aim and fire, send in more | |
| Send in more, send in more | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| For the hand of doom | |
| I built a wall around myself | |
| From a world that' s on the brink | |
| There' s a problem with my armor' | |
| Cause there' s just too many chinks | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out |
| zuò cí : S. O. D. | |
| I saw a proline sticker just other day | |
| Another mental fool with no right to procreate | |
| Elbows bumping, tempers growing | |
| Veins bulge in my neck and eyes | |
| We' re just a bunch of animals | |
| That fuck to survive | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| For the hand of doom | |
| I built a wall around myself | |
| From a world that' s on the brink | |
| There' s a problem with my armor' | |
| Cause there' s just too many chinks | |
| Cyanide the water supply | |
| Take a drink and watch ' em die | |
| Release ebola in the air | |
| Swell and bleed out everywhere | |
| Sarin gas for you to smell | |
| Take a train ride, next stop hell | |
| A Y2K census and we' re all filled up | |
| Like a thick head of beer overflowing its cup | |
| A culling of humans, a matter of space | |
| Like herd management for the human race | |
| Line ' em up against the wall | |
| Aim and fire, send in more | |
| Dynamite, hand grenades | |
| Cold Guyanin lemonade | |
| Judas Priest pumpin' loud | |
| Pump your shot gut, listen ' pow' | |
| Poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion | |
| Chop ' em, burn ' em, fuck it, nuke ' em | |
| Fuckin' nuke ' em | |
| There' s too many people | |
| Too many mouths to feed | |
| What is the solution? | |
| When billions need to eat | |
| There' s not enough space | |
| Nowhere to put our waste | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we' ll taste? | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we' ll taste? | |
| With a little salt and pepper | |
| How do you think we' ll taste? | |
| Cyanide the water supply | |
| Take a drink and watch ' em die | |
| Release ebola in the air | |
| Swell and bleed out everywhere | |
| Sarin gas for you to smell | |
| Take a train ride, next stop hell | |
| Line ' em up against the wall | |
| Aim and fire, send in more | |
| Send in more, send in more | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| For the hand of doom | |
| I built a wall around myself | |
| From a world that' s on the brink | |
| There' s a problem with my armor' | |
| Cause there' s just too many chinks | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out | |
| Make room, make room | |
| Spread the fuck right out |
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