| It’s not the kind that makes you want to sing
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| Save the world and fix everything
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| No pre-planned message to make you think
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| Just crack a beer and take a drink
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| No words to get your mental fix
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| Or sissy la-la girlfriend shit
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| Leave our spikes and fashions out
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| Just drink the piss and start the pit
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| Bastard music, it’s everywhere!
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| Bastard music, it’s fuckin' in the air!
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| We’re pissed off at the world today
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| In youth and anti we believe
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| Singing out anthems, we represent
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| What’s true to us in retrospect
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| What isn’t normal, is to us
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| A way of life and our routine
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| In ignorance and hell we trust
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| Break the boundaries (and) smash them up
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| Bastard music, it’s everywhere!
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| Bastard music, it’s fuckin' in the air!
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| Bastard music, it’s everywhere!
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| Bastard music, it’s fuckin' in the air! |