Suicide Commando – Raise Your God

[Intro] [Jazze:] Awright, awright Awright, awright Awright Awright, awright Awright, awright Awright T to the O to the Y to the A J to the A-Z-Z E Pha Bun B And we be clubbing all night, oh! [Verse 1] I pull,i pull,i pulled,i pulled, I pulled up in my sl 6 My drop top down…

CHORUS: Get down on all fours, open your back door Don’t it feel so goood with a lady and a doood Boy get in the center, she’ll take off your sweater I’ll take down your panties, dress you all in leather I had a fantasy since I was nine ‘Bout blowin’ loads in a butt…

She’s gonna pack her bags She’s gonna find her way She’s gonna get right out of this She don’t want New York She don’t want L.A. She’s gonna find that special kiss She don’t want no sleep She don’t want no high Oh, like peaches

If you got Jack in your cup, go raise it up (Go raise it up, go raise it up) If you ain’t got enough, go fill it up (Go fill it up, go fill it up) (Chorus 1) (Danny) I’m gonna chase this whiskey with Patron I wanna girl in my lap with a Jagerbomb…

Çırpınırdı Karadeniz, bakıp Türk’ün bayrağına, Ah ölmeden bir görseydim, düşebilsem ayağına. Sırmalar saçsa soluna, inciler dizin yoluna, Fırtınalar dursun yana, yol ver Türk’ün bayrağına. Ayrı düşmüş dost elinde, yıllar var ki çarpar sinem, Vefalı Türk geldi yine, selam Türk’ün bayrağına.

Al yanına ne olur yarim İçimde acın tarifsiz Yüreğim yaralı gözlerim yaşlı Dilimde isyanın sahipsiz Güneşten yoksun, baharım yorgun Sesimi mevlam, mevlam duysun Gittiğin yere geleyim ben de Duramam artık sensiz buralarda Al yanına , al yanına Söz: Funda Dicle , Müzik: Bora Dicle