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| + | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
| + | ===== Negative I.Q ===== | ||
| + | ==== MY T.V. SUCKS (ME) ==== | ||
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| + | Tv addiction poison of stupid nations | ||
| + | Zombie humans sick people under command | ||
| + | Remote control Tom make you a lazy sod | ||
| + | No reaction kings of mental abortion | ||
| + | You watched the news unabled to see the truth | ||
| + | Lobotomized accomplice of TV crimes | ||
| + | Anit culture to remain in the muck | ||
| + | Their stupid games apathy you know so well | ||
| + | You always live plugged to your TV screen | ||
| + | Your eyes melting modern pictures of slavery | ||
| + | Remote control pull the trigger kill yourself | ||
| + | I wish you hell | ||
| + | How many more lies | ||
| + | Must we listen to | ||
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| + | ==== HAIRY SONG ==== | ||
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| + | They cute all my hair when i kissed the army life | ||
| + | But i wasn't pleased with my head under the knife | ||
| + | Ten minutes later i was so fuckin baldthey sure wanted me to catch a fuckin cold | ||
| + | One two three they called me a skinhead | ||
| + | I felt so ugly with no hair upon my head | ||
| + | Four five six tell me what to do | ||
| + | Smashing the mirror to destroy my stupid look | ||
| + | Many months later i threw my comb away | ||
| + | Then i bought clippers all i have to say | ||
| + | Is:" i don't play a part, i don't play a role | ||
| + | But my hairdresser is right now on the dole" | ||
| + | One two three call me a skinhead | ||
| + | But i fell allright with no hair upon my head | ||
| + | Four five six may be i'm a fool | ||
| + | It's the only way if you wanna save shampoo | ||
| + | Hairy song hairy song six billion people cant be wrong | ||
| + | Hairy song hairy song the length of your hair | ||
| + | Won't make you strong !!! | ||
| + | Hippie cult skinhead pride | ||
| + | Spiky punk of 69 style | ||
| + | They are so funny they match together | ||
| + | Get a job be a hairdresser | ||
| + | Hairy song hairy song six billion people cannot be wrong | ||
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| + | ==== SOCIETY!!! ==== | ||
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| + | Born breed and die (x4) | ||
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| + | I walk through walk life | ||
| + | I search my way | ||
| + | Completely blind | ||
| + | What can i do? Am i useless? | ||
| + | I went to school | ||
| + | I went to church | ||
| + | I go to work | ||
| + | I will soon die...Life' | ||
| + | I' ve no ansver | ||
| + | So much questions | ||
| + | So much problems | ||
| + | Non believer....Almost humans!!!! | ||
| + | A dead future | ||
| + | A paintfull past | ||
| + | Not a victim | ||
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| + | Not a tyrant....A so called man!!!! | ||
| + | Where do we go? Where do we go? | ||
| + | Do we have built a world of ruins? | ||
| + | Where do we go? Where do we go? | ||
| + | The price of life of society!!!! | ||
| + | I walk through walk life | ||
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| + | I search my way | ||
| + | Completely blind | ||
| + | What can i do? Am i useless? | ||
| + | Do praise the lord. | ||
| + | Trust your teachers | ||
| + | Be a soldier | ||
| + | Bent to your boss....Am i a toy? | ||
| + | Born to consume | ||
| + | Have more children | ||
| + | Submit the weak | ||
| + | Respect the strong....Be ambitious!!!! | ||
| + | Do pay your bills | ||
| + | Do earn your life | ||
| + | The right to live | ||
| + | Is expensive....Are we conscious? | ||
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| + | ==== PUNK AS FUCK ==== | ||
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| + | When you're walking down the street PUNK AS FUCK | ||
| + | Do you feel rejected PUNK AS FUCK | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | You creen spikes are too hold school PUNK AS FUCK | ||
| + | But you choose to live hat way PUNK AS FUCK | ||
| + | You don't care what they say PUNK AS FUCK | ||
| + | They will shit in their pants PUNK AS FUCK | ||
| + | Life may be so intense PUNK AS FUCK | ||
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| + | ==== AMERICAN PSYCHO ==== | ||
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| + | Mr bateman est ce soir de sortie | ||
| + | Dans Manhattan pour déchirer la nuit | ||
| + | La haine du pauvre qui habite son coeur | ||
| + | Fait naître dans sa tête de nouvelles horreurs | ||
| + | Le beau yuppie riche a en crever | ||
| + | Cherche un bouc émissaire pour se défouler | ||
| + | Demain il sera de nouveaux présentable | ||
| + | De retour a la bourse et ses dessous de table | ||
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| + | Tu te sens très pur, un connard chez les ordures | ||
| + | Sérial killer les médias en font leur beurre | ||
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| + | Tu exécute les clochards. Tu ne supporte que les richards | ||
| + | De nouvelles têtes à épater | ||
| + | Le billet vert pour saliver | ||
| + | Des tas d'amis superficiels et dans ta bouche, un gout de fiel | ||
| + | La vie humaine n'a plus de sens | ||
| + | Tu te complais dans la violence | ||
| + | Mr Bateman est ce soir de sortie | ||
| + | Le cerveau en feu pour perpétuer ses crimes | ||
| + | Américan express est ton immunité | ||
| + | In god we trust en toute impunité | ||
| + | Tu aimes la torture à t'en faire vomir | ||
| + | Comment fera tu cette fois pour t'en sortir | ||
| + | Le sang sur tes mains est le prix à payer | ||
| + | Toujours un peu plus loin pour te faire réver | ||
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| + | Tu te sens très pur, un connard chez les ordures | ||
| + | Sérial killer les médias en font leur beurre | ||
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| + | Pour assouvir tous tes phantasmes | ||
| + | Tu plonge tes mains dans la crasse | ||
| + | La vie humaine n'a plus de sens | ||
| + | Tu te complais dans la violence. | ||
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| + | ==== FASHION VICTIM ==== | ||
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| + | Tu sens que ta vie va exploser | ||
| + | Plus rien de bon à espérer | ||
| + | T'as un peu honte quand tu te vois | ||
| + | Encore une victime de l' état!. | ||
| + | Tu dis que tu te sens comme un chien | ||
| + | Pourtant tu manges dans sa main | ||
| + | Tu sais quand même que la révolte, c'est pas s' habiller en Lacoste. | ||
| + | Avec tout le fric que tu lui file | ||
| + | Il te contrôle avec tout ce qui brille | ||
| + | Est-ce que tu sais seulement cela L' | ||
| + | C'est pas le pouvoir qui nous anime | ||
| + | On fait partie de la machine. | ||
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| + | Your révolt ? | ||
| + | Your money ?.....Makes me sick | ||
| + | Attitude ? | ||
| + | Your future ?.......A wall of bricks | ||
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| + | Tu dis que tu n'as plus confiance | ||
| + | Qu'il ne t' inspire que la méfiance | ||
| + | Et pour prouver ton sentiment | ||
| + | Tu allonge les billets de 500 | ||
| + | C'est pas la marque de tes fringues | ||
| + | C'est pas la taille de ton flingue | ||
| + | Qui te rendrons plus respectable | ||
| + | Détourne toi de ces minables . | ||
| + | Allez boycotte toutes ces conneries | ||
| + | Ne leur file plus un seul centime | ||
| + | Pour être maitre de ton destin | ||
| + | Laisse le pouvoir crever de faim. | ||
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| + | ==== PETER BOWLER ==== | ||
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| + | Peter Bowler in the street holding thight his iron stick | ||
| + | Doesn' | ||
| + | Paki food and a cold beer going to the the Oppresed show | ||
| + | fuck the law he's just twenty not the one to speak too low | ||
| + | Son of the street son of guettoes | ||
| + | Happy to live noy a stupid hero | ||
| + | Fashs in a cold alleyway it's too late to get away | ||
| + | Baseball bat straight in the head Peter Bowler' | ||
| + | Rotting corpse in the garbage fucked up life and putrid smell | ||
| + | All the cops will die laughing Peter Bowler goes to hell | ||
| + | City's crying she lost her son | ||
| + | City's burning all the pubs are closed . | ||
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| + | ==== TECHNOCY SUCKS ==== | ||
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| + | Can't you see they make you drown | ||
| + | You kill me keeps you down | ||
| + | Stickto that desk face that asshole | ||
| + | I have no choice got to get my dole | ||
| + | Fails one paper they don't give a fuck | ||
| + | Got to come back later oh shit they' ve locked | ||
| + | Can't you see .... | ||
| + | Follow rules social necessity | ||
| + | State oppression pushed you to insanity | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | Technocracy' | ||
| + | Can't you see .... | ||
| + | Government got no balls | ||
| + | We're the wrong target taxes and tolls | ||
| + | We need social help accelerate your fall | ||
| + | Rich get rich poor get poorer | ||
| + | Economy and politics suck you like ticks | ||
| + | Can't you see .... | ||
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| + | ==== DEDE NEURONE ==== | ||
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| + | Adolescent, déja t' | ||
| + | La sono en avant, dérapages à toutes heures | ||
| + | La R12 tuning, en disait long sur toi | ||
| + | Dans ton p'tit patelin, tu t' | ||
| + | Arrivé à la ville, à force de te la jouer | ||
| + | Un bolshoï droogie , t'a salement amoché | ||
| + | Que cela te serve de leçon, il fallait pas rêver | ||
| + | T' était vraiment trop con, et encore défoncé. | ||
| + | BRANLEUR !! (x4) | ||
| + | Petit à petit, une idée a germé | ||
| + | Tu voulais faire videur, dans la boite d'à coté | ||
| + | T' avais toutes tes chances, vu le Q.I. que t' avais | ||
| + | Le roi du coup de tronche, c' | ||
| + | Faire chier les gens, ton passe temps préféré, toujours emmerdant, t' étais vraiment trop niais | ||
| + | Ca comptait tellement pour toi, de prouver quelque chose, on a jamais su quoi | ||
| + | Mais un jour, les bornes t'a dépassé, et à coup de 9 para, tu t' es fait flinguer | ||
| + | Bien sûr la nouvelle a jeté un froid, mais à bien réfléchir, | ||
| + | BRANLEUR !! (x4) | ||
| + | Tu te croyais le plus fort, tu l'a agressé | ||
| + | Maintenant tu es mort, ton maitre tu l'a trouvé. | ||
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| + | ==== FLAG OF HATE ==== | ||
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| + | Your flag is a joke you know what i mean | ||
| + | Now you burn it !! | ||
| + | Countries on crisis endless wars to fight | ||
| + | We' re full of shit !! | ||
| + | A bunch of proud humans to take territories | ||
| + | Endless carnage !! | ||
| + | Government in need satisfy it's greed | ||
| + | Warlike beings !! | ||
| + | How many people do you need | ||
| + | To make your flag a respected thing | ||
| + | Will the hearth be wide enought | ||
| + | To drink this blood to reject no one | ||
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| + | ==== DON' T YOU KNOW ==== | ||
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| + | Don' t you know your sound fake | ||
| + | Don' t you know your mistake | ||
| + | We will' nt believe you | ||
| + | We' re not stupid fools | ||
| + | Don' t you know i' m affraid | ||
| + | Don' t you know you' ve no friends | ||
| + | Make a rest drop your gun | ||
| + | Fuck fashion have so fun | ||
| + | Born to lose born to pretend | ||
| + | So uneasy to understand | ||
| + | Born to lose born to pretend | ||
| + | So difficult to understand | ||
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| + | ==== NEGATIVE I.Q ==== | ||
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| + | Can you remember the time when we were just punk kids | ||
| + | Our bedrooms full of records just to drive our parents sick | ||
| + | Street music as only food for my hold tape player | ||
| + | We were crazy it was cool to look like a punker | ||
| + | Born from nowhere the N.I.Q. | ||
| + | Not here to please we don't want to | ||
| + | We grew up got together all sharing the same faith | ||
| + | Many left those who remained keept a thing in their brains | ||
| + | Make it through and make it true hard core for religion | ||
| + | To kick your butt kick your mind cleverness to make fun | ||
| + | We have no lesson to give we' re not your idols | ||
| + | But don' t believe all their bullshit don' t wanna screw people | ||
| + | Right behind a stupid name take in your hands | ||
| + | Honnesty and tolerance won' t make you a lame band | ||
| + | Born from nowhere the N.I.Q. | ||
| + | Not here to please we don't want to | ||
| + | We don't want to be suck | ||
| + | And keep you all into the trend | ||
| + | OI OI OI is what we say | ||
| + | You can't stand us it is your choice | ||
| + | Don't blame us for what we play | ||
| + | It's just our sound just few friends | ||
| + | Compromise is what we hate | ||
| + | We are free to make hear our voice | ||