Depressive Age - Garbage Canyons Lyrics
We're the loosers, We see you're disdainWe're the tools for our own coloured fateNo one really knows our placeJustice, give us your grace! Show your face!But the war slaves of the lords drive us from land to landto the garbage canyons, to the eternal damnedAnd we ride like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,into the ghetto canyons"Antisocial" that's their only slangpolitical correct on their stampsRoast our bodies sharp! Bon appetite!Swallow our souls to vomit it!And the forces of the lords drive us from land to landto the garbage canyons, to the eternal damnedYes we ride, like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,into the ghetto canyonsLife injurance saves your future plan,saves your future in a wheel chair gang,but you laugh about this warning. You wanna drift there whereyou wantto the suicide angels, if your fate is turning wrongSuicide angels, you want never fall down, down from the skyThat's illusion, you can never fall, cause you are living in thedevil's reich
