Letra da Música: Kids In The Mall/Kaliningrad - Jazz Butcher

The bars are always humming in the afternoon in this town.
Nobody knows who they work for anymore.
See the bears from the air paw the fat boy under the table,
Spilling his drink and throwing all of his cards on the floor.
And he's a winner.
A submarine is rusting elegantly in the harbor.
It's yours in a moment if you want to drive away in style.
Wouldn't you like to have your own stealth bomber?
Wouldn't you like to go away for awhile?

Tanks on the street - no getting out of here.
No breakfast for anybody.
Someone could have leaked to the authorities so what?
No one can see you.

People all over the world got things from this town.
Dave got a belt and I got a piece of a wall.
Gonna drive a flatbed truck down south to Georgia.
Gonna load it up with goodies for the kids in mall.

Couldn't you use lots of hardware?
It's all here, it's going nowhere.
Where did Gomez make his millions?
From the kids in the mall.