
Date of issue: 18.12.2005
Song language: English
Fight Fire With Fire |
You’ve lied so much |
that you don’t remember |
what was the truth |
and you divided |
like a birthday cake |
this country in two |
with failed tricks |
and rip off press |
and all the stupid games |
that you and your friends |
forced us to play. |
There will be |
no more peace |
until the moment |
I find you dead. |
There will be |
no more peace |
until the moment |
I find you dead. |
Something is wrong |
when the working class |
turns to the right |
and something goes wrong |
when all my punk friends |
start to give up, |
so where’s our dream |
against their pride? |
Are the video games and the low rate wage enough to survive? |
There will be |
no more peace |
until the moment |
I find you dead. |
There will be |
no more peace |
until the moment |
I find you dead. |
There will be |
no more peace |
until the moment |
I find you dead. |