Из альбома: Independent Days
(Dregen, Borg)
He thinks he´s Jesus and I think not
He really thinks he´s something
She´ll make a fortune without luck
I´ll make my friends without a buck
Somebody opened up the box
How could you be so stupid
One, two, three, four
Gotta get away for sure
Brothers and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
Look out now and c`mon
You´re a backstabber
Backstabber
You´re a backstabber
Hey, man, and I think you´re better of red and dead
She thinks she´s heaven and I am hell
How could I care `bout nothing
But you´re a hardcore superstore
Plastic little ugly whore
How could she be so stupid
Brothers and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
Look out now and c`mon
You´re a backstabber
Backstabber
You´re a backstabber
Hey, man, and I think you´re better of red and dead
Brothers and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
I don´t think it´s funny to be wearing a gunny
Haschis and fascists, taxes and faxes
Look out now and c`mon
Backstabber
Backstabber
You´re a backstabber
Hey, man, and I think you´re better of red and dead
Backstabber
Backstabber
You´re a backstabber
Hey, man, stab me
That´s right