| | February War Lyrics Artist(Band):Rabbit Junk
The 36 was full the 13 was late, I think I've had enough Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, I said what the fuck Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up, but I know I'm stuck so I read my book I wish for better, better luck! Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, I don’t understand I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack, He said his name was Phil and this was the bus he’s gonna hi-jack, I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to I didn’t know because I've never ever known. Who are these people? I don’t understand! I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this land I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this! Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright Yea eh eh eh, GO! If you find some error in February War Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Mitchel, thelonerowsdower@live.com for submitting the lyrics. Review about February War February War | Reviewer: JP's bunny girl 666 | 6/27/2007 Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus The 36 was full the 13 was late, I think I've had enough Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, I said what the fuck Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up, but I know I'm stuck so I read my book I wish for better, better luck! Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, I don’t understand I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack, He said his name was Phil and this was the bus he’s gonna hi-jack, I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to I didn’t know because I've never ever known. Who are these people? I don’t understand! I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this land I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this! Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright Yea eh eh eh, GO! Is this review helpful to you? Yes No Review the song February War The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Rabbit Junk" Music | |
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