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Having descended from the sky
The signs of the new age of humanity
The wheels stuck deeply in our minds,
And they will lead us to the sacred lights
Chorus:
Oh, yeah!
Those who are not with us, will be grind on the rim
We are the Spokes of the Wheel
It would not have the sense without us
And we believe in our great dream
Our moving to the stars can't be stopped
(Chorus)
The Star Father calls us home
To planet Quetzel to live in harmony
Where we'll become a single whole
With our starry bro's of hubology
(Chorus)
We are strong, you are weak
You don't smoke, we have weed
We are strong, you are weak
We are high on the wheels
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The Glow
06:24
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High radiation in a gaping hole hides many secrets of the past.
There is something that is not destroyed in the nuclear holocaust.
From the Glow!
No one came back, death found them all.
And the phantom of the Great War shines so brightly in the night.
But I had never seen it before, so close this lifeless light.
From the Glow!
No one came back, death found them all.
No one came back from the Glow!
Oh!
No one came back from the Glow!
The charred remains of a human flesh have the smell of fried Pig Rat.
You'll be turn to dust in a flash, here your life is under threat.
In the Glow!
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Highwayman
04:33
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Electric eyes. Wings behind.
Atomic beast is ready to ride.
Fully charged loud roar.
All worn wheels need a road.
No one can stop my "Highwayman"! "Highwayman"!
Nothing can stop me!
Faded chrome and little rust.
Smell of burnt, clouds of dust.
My car speeds up very well.
I wanna drive it straight to hell.
To hell we ride!
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Iguana-On-A-Stick
03:52
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I feel hunger for several days.
Starvation is driving me crazy.
Food is my dream all over the way.
It looks nice. Its smell is amazing.
"Bob’s Iguana Bits!"
We cook tasty meat!
"Bob’s Iguana Bits!"
That is what you need!
I must find that awesome place.
All rumors lead me to Hub Downtown.
You should have seen my happy face,
When I found meat in this damn town.
"Bob’s Iguana Bits!"
They fry human meat!
"Bob’s Iguana Bits!"
That is what I need!
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Mosquitos
03:49
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There are many reasons to become dead
in the lands of no return, that buried in the sand.
Gunshot wound, dehydration,
asphyxy and radiation, other shit like that.
Here are many reasons to become dead,
but it's very odd to meet here mutated gnats.
Loud buzzing. Big long trunks.
They crave to suck my warm delicious blood.
Oh shit!
I was bitten by fucking mosquito! Giant mosquito!
Who can tell me reason, why am I dead
in the lands of no return, that buried in the sand?
No dope, no booze, no whores,
no bullet holes, only bite overdose.
Oh shit!
I was bitten by fucking mosquito! Giant mosquito!
Who can tell me reason, why am I dead?
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Wastelands
05:52
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We wind our way
through the sand, wrapped in rags.
We are damned of this world
we are stoned on this road
We are damned of this world
(Wastelands*)...road!
How long will we all be on the road? x2
I have walked this road so many times
I was looking for something true I could not find it
I have seen the world that brings me down
I take a path that leads me back
To the Wastelands
We will make our way through the sand wrapped in rags
(Wastelands*)...road!
How long will we all be on this road? x4
*whisper
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