Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Post Card From The Edge, artist - Blood for Blood. Date of issue: 14.01.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Post Card From The Edge |
| Alright here we are back once again |
| The outcast |
| Outlaw |
| Outsider |
| Wasted youth |
| Growing excile |
| Here to take revenge on your sociaty |
| And spit our last breath in man kind’s face |
| We ain’t got no image |
| And we ain’t got no style |
| We don’t rap |
| And we can’t act |
| And we deffinatly ain’t too fucking pretty |
| But we’ll drink you under tha table |
| Knock your fucking teeth out |
| Steal your fucking car |
| Piss in your face |
| Fuck your fucking mother |
| And tell you the truth |
| The hole truth |
| And nothing but the truth |
| As we seen it while surving our life sentences |
| On the outside and darkside |
| On your sick twisted evil fucking sociaty |
| This here is my last chance |
| To rise above the gutter |
| And say to you and man kind and the hole fucking human race |
| Fuck you |
| This hole thing is dedicated |
| To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there |
| Doing their time on the city streets |
| And praying to the night sky alone |
| This ones for us |
| Our kind belongs nowhere |
| Welcome to excile |
| Welcome to nowhere |
| These are the out law randoms |
| So let’s fucking go |