A Post Card From The Edge Lyrics - Outlaw Anthems - Blood For Blood

Alright here we are back once again 

The outcast 

Outlaw 

Outsider 

Wasted youth 

Growing excile 

Here to take revenge on your sociaty 

And spit our last breath in man kind's face 

We ain't got no image 

And we ain't got no style 

We don't rap 

And we can't act 

And we deffinatly ain't too fucking pretty 

But we'll drink you under tha table 

Knock your fucking teeth out 

Steal your fucking car 

Piss in your face 

Fuck your fucking mother 

And tell you the truth 

The hole truth 

And nothing but the truth 

As we seen it while surving our life sentences 

On the outside and darkside 

On your sick twisted evil fucking sociaty 

This here is my last chance 

To rise above the gutter 

And say to you and man kind and the hole fucking human race 

Fuck you 

This hole thing is dedicated 

To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there 

Doing their time on the city streets 

And praying to the night sky alone 

This ones for us 

Our kind belongs nowhere 

Welcome to excile 

Welcome to nowhere 

These are the out law randoms 

So let's fucking go