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Negative I.Q

MY T.V. SUCKS (ME)

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

HAIRY SONG

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

SOCIETY!!!

Born breed and die (x4)

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's such a mess!!!! I' ve no ansver So much questions So much problems Non believer….Almost humans!!!! A dead future A paintfull past Not a victim

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

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?

PUNK AS FUCK

When you're walking down the street PUNK AS FUCK Do you feel rejected PUNK AS FUCK They'll never look at you PUNK AS FUCK 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

AMERICAN PSYCHO

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

Tu te sens très pur, un connard chez les ordures Sérial killer les médias en font leur beurre

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

Tu te sens très pur, un connard chez les ordures Sérial killer les médias en font leur beurre

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.

FASHION VICTIM

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'état c'est toi, l'état c'est moi. C'est pas le pouvoir qui nous anime On fait partie de la machine.

Your révolt ?……Doesn't fit Your money ?…..Makes me sick Attitude ?…………Of spoiled kid Your future ?…….A wall of bricks

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.

PETER BOWLER

Peter Bowler in the street holding thight his iron stick Doesn't really wanna fight just hauting the urban night 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's fuckin' dead 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 .

TECHNOCY SUCKS

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's no escape corruption all around Technocracy's their shield justice's their playground 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 ….

DEDE NEURONE

Adolescent, déja t'étais branleur La sono en avant, dérapages à toutes heures La R12 tuning, en disait long sur toi Dans ton p'tit patelin, tu t'prenais pour le roi 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'étais bien le gros dédé. 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, on se demande pourquoi. BRANLEUR !! (x4) Tu te croyais le plus fort, tu l'a agressé Maintenant tu es mort, ton maitre tu l'a trouvé.

FLAG OF HATE

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

DON' T YOU KNOW

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

NEGATIVE I.Q

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

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