| Infected in my early years from home tapes I recorded
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| and there’s no cure young and angry
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| teenage brat, confused and non-conformist
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| The music grabbed me by the throat and gave me what I wanted
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| a pathway from this dead end town and I’m still fuckin' on it
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| no antidote
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| The sickness pulsing through my veins
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| Contaminate the world
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| Infected with the punk rock strain
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| Contaminate the world
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| The viral outbreak spreads world-wide
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| Contaminate the world
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| Infected, Angry and amplified
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| Contaminate
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| Packed a bag, laced up my boots and headed for the border
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| Met a load of punks and freaks against the new world order
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| Squatted with the deviants, the rejects and the artists
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| Freedom of expression for the outcasts and discarded
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| No antidote
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| The music that we make reflects youth culture and our anger
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| Contaminate, communicate, we all fly the same banner
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| High viral load in Bandung, Burma, Nepal and Morocco
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| Share the sickness, spread the virus, become an agitator
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| No antidote |