Same Fucking Song
Call it pogo, call it chaos punk
Call it crust, call it fucking anything
Whye do we fight
It's the same fucking song
Oi! for the punx
Oi! for the skins
Oi! for the kids, on the street.
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We're headed for a cheap escape
On the brink of self destruction
Widespread panic
Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of anguish
Mass confusion
Well, the world is a sick machine breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with...I don't care
There's a plague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Limp with hate
Well, the world is a sick machine breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with..
On the brink of self destruction
Widespread panic
Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of anguish
Mass confusion
Well, the world is a sick machine breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with...I don't care
There's a plague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Limp with hate
Well, the world is a sick machine breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with..