Grandma's Boys - Burning Boulevard

Enraged voices on the streets
Demanding the absurd
Spitting on history
While playing with the dirt
Believings rated higher
Than scientific facts
This place is full of doubts
Rage and disrespect
With unbound rage and frozen hearts
This place is tearing apart
We're driving along our
Burning boulevard
The streets are soaked with gasoline
With powder kegs in between
We're driving along our
Burning boulevard
A little further on this street
An extraordinary view
An orange ape is
Adored by some fools
Crowds are fighting
While some others stand inflames
A proud district lost the
Meaning of its name
With unbound rage and frozen hearts
This place is tearing apart
We're driving along our
Burning boulevard
The streets are soaked with gasoline
With powder kegs in between
We're driving along our
Burning boulevard
Every day another part of this boulevard bursts into flames
Every day the same mistake
Every day another shame
Every day…
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
Above our
Burning boulevard
With unbound rage and frozen hearts
This place is tearing apart
We're driving along our
Burning boulevard
The streets are soaked with gasoline
With powder kegs in between
We're driving along our
Burning boulevard
With unbound rage and frozen hearts
Burning boulevard
We're driving along our burning boulevard
With unbound rage and frozen hearts
Burning boulevard
With unbound rage and frozen hearts
Burning boulevard

Written by:
Sven Braune

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