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Friday night, looking for a fight
getting drunk, spitting at a fukkking monk
Jacky D. in the pack, ready to attakk
crossing a shitdamn disco while listening to Sarcofagoooooo

Crush your local disco!!!!!!
mixbeer gays dont better cross our ways

We re tipsy on our legs
but we 're smashing fucking fags
Armoured with spikes and chains
you ll get them bloody in your brains, yeahhhhhh

CRUSH your local discooooo!
Mix beer death - take your last breath!

Fashioned pussys one worse than the other
better call your mistress mother
when intöxicated is marching
death corpses are punshing

thousand of pink polo fags
we re fukked up with that fukking drags
Utterly drunken we leave
for us, theres no peace....... yeah!

crush your local discoooooooooo
mix beer gays dont better cross our ways

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