Из альбома: Stockholm Syndrome
I buy when you're selling out
but the price has never been this high
I don't say what you wanna hear
and my words never been this loud
A white boy whit a blackened eye
and a knuckle ride up, Underground.
I don't die 'cause I don't have time
and my mouth keeps saying.
Song shit the song is a hit
and wee all know what to do
Wrong bit the wrong will fit
And the final countdown to
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
What makes me want to?
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
I will defeat you too
On the right side there was nothin' left
and on the left side there was nothing right
Your head was bigger than your cowboyhat hat
I'll pick you teeth with my baseball-bat
A slingshot and a bandgrenade
you trying target practise in the dark
You only brag about your dirtydeeds
but your storm's not coming
Song shit the song is a hit
and wee all know what to do
Wrong bit the wrong will fit
And the final countdown to
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
What makes me want to?
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
I will defeat you
I won't mistreat you
I will delete you
Pick any way you want
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
What makes me want to?
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
I will defeat you
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
What makes me want to?
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
I will defeat you to!