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Reject
02:37
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I've just say, tell me why
You're always bothering me, soon crying you'll be
As long as you like a reject
you'll never have my respect
Of course it's a sad scene, I don't wanna be mean
Go find someone else, anybody else
I want nothing of you, nobody wants you
Stay with your own kind, then I'll be find
Reject, reject, reject, ...
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Euchies
01:27
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Read on my lips, I'm saying to you
That you could break off my life
Read in my brain, I'm thinking of you
I'm bored of this one way mind
Look to my eyes, you can see your work
The tears goes down on my cheeks
Look in the past when you come to me
You said that you loved only me
Last night you was my treasure
Tonight you're my way of life
Next night you throw me out, BITCH!!
Give me some drugs, I wanna be wasted
Asshole, bitch, fucking slut
I wanna cry, I wanna die
Lies, illusions falses affirmations
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3. |
Hypocrite Bomb
02:16
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What is the thing that I saw in your eyes
When you supposed to say that I can trust your mind
In front of me it's easy to hold my hand
You're just an asshole fuck you my friend
You must turn your tongue 7 times before talk
To mix up the shit in your mouth
Oh, hurry up I've got a problem
I'm gonna rech right on your head
Now you're alone with you're hypocrisy
And it's the way that I think you should be
Get out of my way because you're become too small
I'm gonna smash you like a shit fly
Just take the phone and call your old friends
I'm not gonna cost more than 25 cents
Then take the change and go by a dog
There is an hypocrite bomb
Will explodes in your head
Oh yeah in god we trust
Will explodes in your head
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4. |
I hate that much
02:58
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Could you tell me why the sun are not
And could you help me to find the sunshine
Could you tell me the reason of life
I'm bored I feel like a dead spirit
And I split on the life , cuz I'm a loser
I'm going down in hell, cuz I'm a lier
And I destroy myself cuz
I hate that much to live for
If I don't talk anymore, It's cuz I don't have nothing to say
I'm freeze in this fucking ugly world, what I can do it's pray
I was born in shit, I will die in shit
And I'm just eat shit, maybe I'm made of shit
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5. |
Friends
03:10
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There's a lot of questions that I can't answer
There's a lot of questions that I can't understand
Am I just a disconnected man or the only one who sees
The reality
Where is the girl that I knew before
Does she lost her mind or is it me
And where is the angel that I tried to hold
Does she is a devil now
Sometimes I ask to my teddy bear
How this fucking life going on (fucking asshole)
So it's the only person who tell me the good answer
Cuz he don't say a word
Where are my friends they act against me
Can I explain what they doing to me
And where is the confident that I knew before
Can he fuck with my last girlfriends now
Sometimes I ask to my mirror
What kind of people I am (fucking asshole)
So it's the only person who tell me the good answer
Cuz he show me my real face
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6. |
Brown Shit
01:02
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The chair is red, the plant is green
So Fred is green he smoke that thing
My floor is brown shit, brown shit
My pants are black with a small white spot
It's cuz I've seen this big boobs girl
But it doesn't really matter
Cuz my best color is brown shit
Yeah my best color is brown shit
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Fucking Cops
02:20
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We are few asshole sitting in the park
Playing some funny games, before crack down
So I hear the sirens the party is over
This fucking musical cars comes full of shit
They go trough the bushes to tell me their fucking speechs
They look around to find some beer
I kick your ass so kiss my ass fucking cops
They want to change my mind, they want to steal my drug
So they smoke it after works
Well I try to explain:
- "We don't have places to go!"
- "Listen me little offender go home and sleep!"
So I stand up my middle finger and I go to the jail
These caps pigs want to change my mind but they can't
Cuz we're Punkers!
Nanananananananananana...
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8. |
Die in Shit
02:56
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Die in shit, Die in shit, DIE IN SHIT! ...
No excuse for you, you've got a problem
We suck, we suck, we suck
This song is not for fresh, this song is nut for sale
This song is just for fucking people who want to suck my dick
You're really down, I'm really speed
No party for you but a lot of fun for me
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9. |
You
02:13
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Under your fears you get better, you got your mind
Your fashion and your power, the life brings you
What you want
Can you see behind the walls the beauty of simplicity
Why you must always complicate you try to understand
The world and judge it, so well
SKA
You are the master of your destiny, you can do what you want
You can be what you'll want, the choice is in your hands
You can jump out of system, behind these walls you find your way
To reach one's end, you can control your life so they can't fight
Against it, and I say fuck you all, with your sweet fuc* bugged brain
Listen the wiseman in you, he knows all the verity his your guide
On the road to eternity, why you cry as your problems
You know it doesn't matter, cuz you know that you've been right
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The last day
02:28
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Passing through his dark days
He didn't know how to go away
It's not the game he wants to play
Just want to throw this fucking past away
Fuck... me!
Did you ever ask you how he feels
Did you ever tell him what you think
Do you think this guy is fucking fool or brainscrumbling
Or not strong enough to pass through
Every morning it's the same thing
It's just another fucking day to pass through
His life is just a spinning repete of bad times
Try to talk try to ask but they are always shut up him
And then she's go away, so now he's gone
Fuck... you!
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