Lyrics No Concern for the Inhuman - Man is the Bastard

No Concern for the Inhuman - Man is the Bastard
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Concern for the Inhuman , by - Man is the Bastard. Song from the album D.I.Y.C.D., in the genre Метал
Release date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Deep Six
Song language: English

No Concern for the Inhuman

Club feet, can’t hardly walk
Mouth sewn shut, no way to talk
No concern for the inhuman
Scatter the dead into ruin
Fucking pigs — skulls are thick
Wretched cops — sucking dick
Fried meat, blazing sun
Guilty pigs are on the run
A feeble race takes a bite —
Rotten world

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