BATTLE OF LIFE
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Battle of life

Sitting on the riverbank, we're downing brews. We were getting drunk, it was all we got. I ain't going to work, it's a shitty job anyway. I'm sure it'll always happen again, months flew by as well as friends. Hey get a life, why fix it, if it's not broken.

One life, gotta go, gotta live like it was the last. A fast lane keeps me sane. Can't you see, I'm not like you.

Here we go again, putting up with those people, it's an endless battle. Do you feel the same, problems never-ending. Here we go again, all those people say we're fucked-up all the time, but who are you to say what's good for me.

Those endless nights, those endless fights, 'cause so manu things just are not right. war between races, broken bottles and bats. Intoxicated minds won't tolerate, kicked in the head, stabbed in the back, it's fucking mad, but no one's to keep us down. It's not work, not schools, happiness' just something else. Let's go, I've had enough, 'cause still I feel I'm all alone.

Impossible to fit it, it's all this self-destruction., lost the sense of direction, it's total alienation.

Catastrophe

First you're in it for real, but then you start to fear it. You thought it was just another fad, then you start to follow your dad. You thought you're in a sinking ship, a fear of getting capsized. You carry on with your blind eyes, you're a victim of the system.

You live in a herd of a cattle, you live like you're gagged and bound, they have made you a product. it's a catastrophe!

You got yourself a career, but you end up getting nowhere, you attached to the bottle or it's a bullet in your head. Can't you see, they're using you, you just think the good old days. You swallow all the shit you get. You're a victim of the system.

Life is a mental institute, a needle in your arm, sniffing a jar of glue. Life, you never know what happens, but let's set the record straight, I won't wind up like you.

Shopping cart

It's just another night out sleeping on the pavment, no shelter and I'm freezing to death, the rats are crawling on me. Hook me up, fill me up with booze someone and I'm gonna get a lot better. I'm just another freak-out, a weed-selling bum.

The shopping cart, full of rags and a bottle of booze. The shopping cart, my whole life's in a shopping cart. In America the rich get richer and poor get poorer, in America, the land of opportunity.

I'm living for today, 'cause the future holds no place for me. I was asking for a small coin, but the rich fucks are spitting on me. Spit on, spit on me, I'm rejected, 'cause I wasn't born rich. I might as well go down there and blow up the fucking white house!

Twisted attitude (camouflage)

You're wondering why you don't have any friends. You go and change your attitude for a new trend. That's right, you're lying to yourself. Next week you'll be something else. You were my friend, but now I'm not part of your trend. Where did you lose your self-esteem?

With your camouflage you try to fit in, you got twisted attitude. Your camouflage, we're seeing through it. Your camouflage, tell me who are you fooling. With your camouflage you'll get no respect, you got fucked-up attitude!

Look in the mirror and tell me who do you see. Pretencious, phony, fallen image of yourself. Is that your idendity or something you'd like to be? In your daydreams you're a hero, but in real world you are no one!

I can't be bothered to talk to you. You come up with that shit, just get outta here. I wonder what's left of your self-esteem. It's so easy to see through your camouflage!

Can you tell me what's the fucking difference, between a murder on the street and murder in a war? In a war you get a medal, if you kill as many as you can. You become a war hero. If your mind starts to blunder and you don't want to kill your brother, you're locked up for disobedience for law. Just buy more guns and start to annihilate, start the world war III!

War heroes, start the world war III, kill everyone now!!

Clone the best soldier, built more nuclear bombs. You can get the power, you can get the land. You can get it all, but what's the fucking use, 'cause everyone's dead! Just point the guns at everyone and start the killing now. I'm not like you and you're not like me, but we're all the same!

Man is a selfish beast thinking only its fucking good, destroying everything that was ever humane, and all those people died by the hands of legal murderers. Turn the pages of history and torture yourself again.

Suburban kids with concrete souls, their home's a warzone.Mom & dad miserable drunks give the direction. They got no mind of their own, they're tv casualties. Raised by tv's serial killers. Won't you tell who's to blame!

Suburban kids, provided with concrete souls, suburban kids in the modern world, another casualy!

Started drinking at the age 10, start doing drugs at 11, fuck a bitch at 13, at the age of 20 it's your turn to go. One way ticket, dead-end street, drop-out junkie, it's a useless try. Get accepted se steal a car, hide your fears inside.

Modern word's product, he's senseless, hard as concrete, but inside there's fear and endless cry for help. What's life? The world? It breeds more hate. Phenomenon of the fucked-up world, they're modern day casualties.

You say we live in democracy, so why can't we say what we think? Maybe because you won't get no profits out of us! We're a minority, so you deny us with your lies and cover-ups. We're no defencing this land with blood, showe your flag up your fucking ass!

We are nuisance for society in a police state. We'll take the power where it belongs, to the people! We will not settle for your shit, there's no use stopping us!

You expected model citizens, but nuisance is all you got. We're gonna riot, we're gonna fight, for solidarity we unite!! You outlawed freedom of speech, shut us down with your fascist laws. You protect the fucking nazi kids, good soldiers they will make!

Leaders behind bars and the people can be free. You couldn't even count how many people have killed. Corporation crimes destroying our heritage. Extinction of a nation that you all should bow, but hell no, could you handle...

An investigation, your crime is murder you gotta reap what you sown, liberation for everyone else but you!!!

Corrupted police hiding their mistakes. Murderers on the loose and innocent people doing time. Oppression of a nation who got no defence, 'cause they need their land for their capitalistic plans, kill 'em all, could you handle...

An investigation, your crime is murder, you gotta reap what you sow!!

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