Cripple Bastards - Fear In The Squats Of The Dead Lyrics
Time will show who has talentand who’s doomed to stagnation.We drove to the farest landsto play in the worst squatted dogholesin the name of an integrity often fading to nonsenseburnt out patience, tolerancerepaid by the umpteenth plain pat on the back.No appeasement – no cash – no promotionjust the guarantee of being a brick….to a castle whose foundations have no strength to stand up.Forced to eat your shitResigned to breath moralsReduced to sleep in your dirtStuck miles away from respectTipped as a thornmy anger is like newborn15 years screwed by this crowd of A-marked trashA bullet in the heada flame-thrower in my handsthe only way to abort this increasing mass of living deadfill our dish with rewarmed tofu & 3 week old breadbeing here to bring fun, I’m yer ideal moronin front of our sight a loser-type mass of scumbagslobotomized by booze, lost in few rules.Forced to eat your shitResigned to breath moralsReduced to sleep in your dirtStuck miles away from respectTipped as a thornmy anger is like newborn15 years screwed by this crowd of A-marked trashA bullet in the heada flame-thrower in my handsthe only way to abort this increasing mass of living deadI’m tired of passing overdecay of respect = the mirror of what you hide deep insidean abyss of mediocritya shadow on my sun.I’m tired of passing over.and I won’t be left behind.PS: modern hippies on my grey-scalemutilation of their *****ing colours.
