Aztec Aztec

Love is fun, you have fun and your brake In your room, again You find, you wanna find your gift In your room, again The only God is far You can explain, only single part You try to explain always the same The only God is far You can explain, only single part You try to explain always the same You kill, you wanna kill your mom In your room again You wanna kill your mom You wanna kill your daddy and your son In your room again Now you realize, confess Your little lie You predicate your God and so across Your pain, your dirty shoes You always seem the same --- Aztec Aztec - Soviet Soviet