What makes you think you can defend a belief That is long outdated What makes you think you'll find a way To be hated and not pushed away
Way down her beauty enchants you While you make monkey noises your violent temper proves to me That you're well versed in anarchy
Behind you, beside you on equal ground You take me down, you run me out of town You don't even know what for I'm in a territorial war
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Two eyes to meek to lose Turn away To right to choose Two eyes
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The kicking boots and the billy club beatings The firing ovens and the burning cross Are the result of a widespread feeling That violence has a worthy cause
Behind you, beside you on equal ground You take me down, you run me out of town You don't even know what for I'm in a territorial warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
