| Sick |
7. Dec 2006|15:09 |
I never thought about the universe, it made me feel small
Never thought about the problems of this planet at all
Why think of all the bad things when life is so good?
I don't want changes, I have no reactions
Your dilemmas are my distractions
I don't want to be another "I-don't-care"-ican
Now I can't believe; what an absolute failure are you
When did punk rock become so safe?
When did the scene become a joke?
he kids who used to live for beer and speed
now want their fries and coke
I want conflict! I want dissent!
I want the scene to represent...
These fucking bands all sound the same
We want our fights we want our thugs!
We want our burns we want our drugs! |
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