1-2-3 it's been going great guns this fiscal year but I still haven't made it. anywhere i go I see your face and I hear your name all over the place, how "Capitalism sucks" Oh really? Oh yeah? Well how you gonna treat your friends in apartment waht the fuck, fuck you!.
We found the groove. Have a good time. Make sure your seat belts are fastened. . My friends. . Well, Im swearing to God, yeah, Im so nervous. I can not feel anything, save the tips of my fingers.
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to. Give me something I can hold on to. I know you think I'm like the others before. I saw your name and number on the wall.
I hope you don know my name. It just wouldn be the same. . I confused about all the things I do. Cause nothing that I say is true. . And if I tell a lie.
I don't see why I should have to pay more. When I walk in to a convenience store. . I don't care how bad they taste. I won't let them go to waste. Two hot dogs for 99 cents.
I don't see why I should have to pay more. When I walk in to a convenience store. . I don't care how bad they taste. I won't let them go to waste. Two hot dogs for 99 cents.
Cracks are forming in the middle. Falling through thinning ice. You're the only one, in the end it's two. . Mirror turning on your double. Watching you with other eyes.
Staring off into space smoking more than I should. Staying out of the race hiding from the neighbourhood. Looking out through the cracks catching glimpses of life.
You're one of those horrible bitches. That eats whatever is in your way. You don't even own a pair of britches. That didn't come out of someone's pay.
On a warm and sunny day in Wunsiedel. I've come to give my respects to you. Sleep forever in peace my friend. You're an inspiration in everything I do.
Divisions stand at the border prepared for the Eastern trek. Operation Barbarossa is launched into full effect. The border is crossed, the assault begins, massed in furious waves.
The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to. forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there's.
Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed. shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the.
Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid. down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet.
This is the tits and the ass so relax kick back get comfortable. and suck comes in three flavors you might want to try new grape the fight's. not on 'til ten but it's gonna be good two niggers gonna beat eachother raw.
Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying. Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still.
Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight. when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection in.
Born against are fucking dead that's what the answering machine said looks. like this is ti!!! They talked one too many shit about the working class and.