Well now it seems more than silence has been broken
And
Well, I killed my dad
In a con gone bad
Nearly drank
This sickness it burns inside me
It sticks in my throat
MY BALLS YOUR CHIN
Brrrr
Well it's a bad scene
I guess
Well, it's just another song
Talkin' about how you let them
Spray the masses with gunfire
Foreign pigs will live in fear
They
Growin' up in broken homes
You find yourself at ten years
Ain't no room for us in your alternative nation
It
I Jus' Lie like your typeI'm telling you what you
Drivin' fast to liveNot to knowI got my 44I'm tearin'
Born into the middle class Yeah, all you had to
SNOTWe're fittin' to take your townYou know we wear the
YesterdayWhen I was just a boyIn times of youthful hero
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