And here where the suburbs are no better than the
i remember just how it used to be when the
Respect's given where it's fucking due.
And I'll tip my
Eye to eye, ill keep my composure
Hands shaking and these
Broken knuckles- Bleeding Foreheads
Shirt collars I’m still grabbing
Accusati
(instrumental)
I wanna hear it, those precious fucking words, those compelling
And what the fuck do I know? But broken hearts,
Hello you fuckers, you assholes, you social rejects
I hope you
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