Always repressing the curse of my mind Stealing the money, my money my life Always repressing and telling me lies Keeping the secrets, there's blood on their hands
Is there a place with no politics, fist in their face! Is there a place with no more pricks, fist in their ass!
filling their bellies with everyone's food Stealing the money and even my booze They're leading a circus and I think I choose? My vote is the biggest joke in this room
Is there a place with no politics, fist in their face! Is there a place with no more pricks, fist in their ass!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
