Текст песни Justice Peaks - Jonathan AKA J Dub

Let me get your bags,
Welcome to this station
We're so glad you took
All the trouble
To make your way through all this rubble
Just cuz you choose to refuse the views
Of any up-there nation

Won't you let me show you
Where we keep the ammo
Now if you would please remove your flannel
This is where we go when we want to cuddle
The mystique, the mystique,
the mystique of struggle

Cuz every second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind
of minotaur to you
Ohh.

Cuz every second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind
of minotaur to you
Ohh.

Won't you let me thank you for your contribution
You know your service has been pivotal
Don't you know that you can always try me again
Like some kind of war criminal

It's the wheel that squeaks that gets the oil
But it's the pig that squeals that hits the soil
So when Justice peaks from behind her blindfold
Will she seek the mystique,
the mystique of struggle?

Cuz every second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind
of minotaur to you
Ohh.

Cuz every second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
second-minute-hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind
of minotaur to you
Ohh.