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Who will be chosen? All the days are humid and dark all the days are sick But mate, once you gear up Shoot it up and give in Another day starts and I'm down Donw again, down crawling And in the mirror that I see I search inside but I'm not showing Come with me again since we 're having a blast I won't tell anyone Let's see who will be chosen Who has another moment Death bides his time When your wounds start to itch it always springs to mind Instead of wondering where the fuck it's at you 're somewhere else again Come on, wake up now buddy don't let go again And when it starts bringing you down never give up now |
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Bitch police All the of cop cars are dancing on the square the cops are having a party in the corner They pass and leave behind some garbage two or three poor sods two or three poor sods This is the police This is the police Bitch police! Day by day you bust my nuts and shitpieces of paper you demand that I display No matter how much you spread your terror I'm also addicted to tear gas This is the police This is the police Bitch police! They go out and herd people off the streets democracy, bastards with fascist laws The rich are always setting the rules Dogs guard your masters now again This is the police This is the police Bitch police! |
Madhouse rock During the weekend there were festivities at the madhouse And all the lunatics started tying up doctors all around They took the white coats put them on and started diagnosing And came to the conclusion that the doctors were suffering from psychoses Party at the madhouse Party at the madhouse Festivities at the madhouse! Then the deranged thought that they had to cure the patients They gathered up all the pills and mixed them in a pot for all of them They put them in a line all together doctors, guards and nurses They fed them up good and screams were heard all over town Party at the madhouse Party at the madhouse Festivities at the madhouse! |
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Disorder attack One sweet afternoon some rascals took to the streets They had hoods and wild looks but they had targets and serious causes With their stones and bottles They went by and trashed it You always ask why they go why they wreck everything and have a ball But as long as dreams are postponed they change facet and turn into rage! With their stones and bottles They went by and trashed it The prison's bars have in them the best lads And as you harass you should know outside your town will go up into flames With their stones and bottles They went by and trashed it |
Dirty thoughts Dirty thoughts stain my mind everything blocks and I float in the void But I know where all this started from and I will dash any elusive enemy I will walk, I'll get lost I'll start over, I'll push through In the weirdest lives in the most bizarre minds Inside magic temples with primitive rhythms But before I die I will seal in my soul the gallantry I've been searching all my life And everything starts some obscure moment where my notion is dominated by some scene And I'm afraid to manifest my dance defeated by devious shame I will walk, I'll get lost I'll start over, I'll push through In the weirdest lives in the most bizarre minds Inside magic temples with primitive rhythms But before I die I will seal in my soul the gallantry I've been searching all my life |
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Slow song This is the god of balance speaking I've been sent here by the god of freedom He says partner you must go to the land of zombies to let them know that I'm still here, haven't died yet This city is insane it has swallowed you whole there is nothing left, nothing Being decent is hard you should really watch out because evil is treacherous Hey depressed mortal minions drenched in endless fear Life is deranged and a little pain won't hurt |
Liberty Sucks! I love being alive in your dead stinking world you will never smile if I say that I’ll stop I hate the way you treat me please keep this up for long The game has just began now and I don’t think I'm wrong Your Liberty Sucks! You think you have the brains but we 've got the light you don’t have any front teeth but you got a nice smile You slut, you whore, you damn bitch come suck my dollar pipe I know, I know, I know, I know I know some day I’ll die Your Liberty Sucks! |
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Where the fuck are you? So tell me baby how far will this go? I'm trying to speak to you but you're nowhere to be found You have really started to fuck up my brain I know that I'm a punk but I won't have it any other way I know that I'm a punk but I won't have it any other way You have really started to fuck up my brain I'm trying to speak to you but you're nowhere to be found So tell me baby how far will this go? |
| In the army Well let's see now what else is there to know Look for a way to wake up from the coma Every morning this same scene And a sour taste coming from the enslaved soil It's been long now since my life has been empty Despicable is my every breath Now my life has all turned to khaki and my soul has gone to black Sacrificed voice of dignity And we will allow that you come back to life Since you owe so much to your country And whenever she feels like it you will sigh your last breath It's been long now since my life has been empty Despicable is my every breath Now my life has all turned to khaki and my soul has gone to black |
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Condemners Up from a high stand and always with a strict manner You have power and aptitude along with social acceptance Give 60 years in prison to another bank robber And let loose again every killer cop you have Hey motherfucker judge you throw souls inside holes And I always ask myself how can you sleep in peace? |
6th of December Saturday night, time to hit the town the buddies were gathered altogether Maybe they would meet some nice chicks but suddenly the lackeys showed up Some of the lads threw a plastic bottle but that won't smash a fucking pig's head Then the bastard drew his flintlock* and he fired onto the little kid The child's flammable blood on the street the fuel to burn down any law A flaming cocktail I will hold in my hand and throw it every time that I see a cop *flintlock = any firearm based on the flintlock mechanism |
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Shit in your head Give a military salute the flag at your bedside You have clean white blood and shit in your head You are turned on by the army and also the special forces You wanted to be a cop they did not do you the favour Wow such strong arms work out in the gym all day You are always feeling safe hanging out with the pigs The boss rams your ass and you blame the immigrants In your miserable brain there's no room for other races |
Alcohol 'n' Roll It's a moonlit night fuck it I'll go out again I'm thinking park or square it can't be, I'll find someone, somewhere And I start over with the pints And we catch that same old tune After downing the fourth beer I'm bloated I can't go on no more I tell the gang, come on lads let's hit the distillates Because beer makes you drowsy and I want the night to be long Let's see how we will manage to get home this time I've drank a whole sea I'm battered and I'm wasted I wake up midday on the bench feeling thirsty and needing glasses |
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