like lambs to the slaughter you'll follow on to an early grave 'cos no more sons and daughters are gonna live to see old age
they hold your future in the palms of their hands no hold on your future 'cos they don't understand we ain't got a future in our father land we can't see a future 'cos there isn't one planned
dole queues are on the rise again prison cells hold a football crowd i don't want none of your education i don't need brains to think out loud
can't you even help yourselves don't you know what's going on or don't you wanna help yourselves from now on trust no oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
