Текст L.A. Guns – Killing Machine

Yes

Make your move and make it fast
Do it right, could be your last
Iron black, cold steel heart

On my killing machine
My, my killing machine
My, my killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness

It’s a killing machine
Like you’ve never seen
It’s a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness

Moves stealth-like through the night
Leaves nothing else in sight
Psycatronic suicide
In search of genocide

Knows nothing else but hate
Is made to decimate
Shall roam the world in anger
Till nothing else is standing

On my killing machine
My, my killing machine
My, my killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness

It’s a killing machine
Like you’ve never seen
It’s a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness, yeah

I shall give death my kiss

Make your move and make it fast
Do it right, could be your last
Iron black, cold steel heart
To tear your fucking world apart

My, my killing machine
My, my killing machine
My, my killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness

It’s a killing machine
Like you’ve never seen
It’s a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness