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Canned Heat - Текст песни Special Message From Hell To Korea
Early hours, open road, family of five-on their way home 
 Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun 
 A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight 
 Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he steers his car into the other lane 
 Both of them collide, expressions horrified 
 Head on at full speed, the vultures will soon feed 
 The father of three was impaled on the wheel, as his skull became part of the dash 
 His eyeballs ejected his sight uneffected, he saw his own organs collapse 
 His seatbelt was useless for holding him back, it simply cut him in two 
 Legs were crushed, out leaked puss as his spinal cord took off and flew 
 The mother took a flight through the glass, and ended up impaled on a sign 
 Her intestines stretched from the car down the road for a quarter of mile 
 Fourth child on the way, won't live another day 
 Fetus on the road, with mangled little bones 
 Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why 
 Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling 
 Schards of glass explode, chest and skull now implode 
 Corpses they've become, and graves will have to be dug 
 Underneath the wheels, burning rubber on your face 
 Bleeding from your eyes, the slaughtered victim lies Canned Heat - Special Message From Hell To Korea - http://ru.motolyrics.com/canned-heat/special-message-from-hell-to-korea-lyrics.html
 Knowing what he's done, he just backs up one more time 
 Laughing at the mess, a pile of meat on the street 
 One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood 
 Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun 
 Early hours, open road, family of five-on their way home 
 Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun 
 A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight 
 Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he steers his car into the other lane 
 The look of death in my eye 
 Surely no-one survive 
 Just a pile of mush 
 Left to dry in the sun 
 I see my fresh kill 
 Left in the road 
 Remains of your body 
 Mangled and torn 
 One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood 
 Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun













