Polica - Wedding lyrics

All white wedding Barricades and c**aine Cecil sergeant soldier We don't even know his name Brim brim when we lose they win Keep it cooking All the cops want in Brim brim when we lose they win Saying hands up The bullets in God so silent Bed of nails Chains that sail Ash and rope Pay my bail All around me fire Every voice is like a click Trigger after trigger We don't even know we're sick Leaders, we have none The worst, the worst of their ways No such things as make-ups We don't even know their ways Brim brim when we lose they win Keep it cooking All the cops want in Brim brim when we lose they win Saying hands up The bullets in God so silent Bed of nails Chains that sail Ash and rope Pay my bail