Don't slink up to me As the big high and mighty keep this shit up You'll be living your days out fighting No air of distinction When your trousers are round your ankles You've been caught out before Narrowly avoiding shackles
No letting up till your put in the ground Cutting corners will fuck you up on rebound You say forget them they are nothing to me When no ones there it will be harder You'll see
Fooled the vultures have gone away But it's clear you're still bleeding Treat our strength as a heresy Grant our wish Just stop breathing
Shove it down our throats Still see your snout get longer You hope that we choke Lies giving glory to the war monger Your picture a fixture In the public eye and to the masses Think you appear cultured I think you need a new pair of glasses
No letting up till your put in the ground Cutting corners will fuck you up on rebound When s hit hits the fan you'll come crawling to me Then we decide what kind of man you will beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
