Vertaling: MC Joël. Sla Bomma's In Mekaar.
Vertaling: Strang. Bomma Is Overreeje DEUR De Kerstman.
One, Two One, Two, Three Yeah International underground Thunder pounds When I stomp the ground (Wooh!) Like a million elephants Or Silverback Orangutangs
Brains on a brick wall When gender bombs, they fall The sordid way her loaded phrases Infiltrate your skull The images are strong Impulses are strong
Jumped of the staircase When the barkeep threw me out I had to pack my suitcase When they said to leave town I looked up at the sign that said Bombs
How can you ask for forgiveness? So now you think that your crimes are victimless I know you and your sins, your retributions So how will you lay your
your spirit so strong, so uplifting as i run to you, you hold out your hand to me, and i run to you. once again, you've proved your love to me, i will
Ain't a hope in hell, nothing's gonna bring us down The way we fly, five miles off the ground Because we shoot to kill and you know we always will It'
This is it Breaking up or breaking through Breaking something's all we ever do Shoot straight, travel far Stone crazy's all we ever are But I don't
Hey, fellows have you heard the news The women in this town are being misused Seen it all in a dream last night You'll be leaving this town 'cause you
Your evil eye, in the night, Cruising low, flashing white, There together, in the dark, But it ain't no friend just another scared nark, Lawman, I think
Shoot, shoot, shoot, hey Don't be unkind I'm out of my mind and I'm telling you It's not that I'm bad I'm totally mad, I'm a loser, too I'm certain
People tell me you didn't know better Give me sermons 'bout the things I do Come to love 'em, even wrote letters You know I even asked it of you, I said
Like a sniper, I've got my sights on you, Windscreen wiper, there ain't no spoiling my view, Silver bandoleer, my profession's clear, Sharpshooter Infra
Well I'll see you later, but I don't know when, Don't know if I'm coming, coming round again, But I don't care, that they might stare, I know I mustn'
You think you see me In the glass You think you hear me Better listen fast I think I see you Gone to seed The only reason Is your guilt and greed You
I see that nothing is changed Insist on playing games Some waste of time you are And you're so popular Well, this is it you bitch I got to make a switch
the living and rock the dead. So get off your seat and rock to the beat to the beat stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp your feet to the Bomme, Bomme, Bomme, Bommerlunder
