Everyday is like the day before
It's scum, and I feel on
We will will be a hell of a crowd! If a rundown hits a boy
Cheers my Richie Boy
Pull, pull the trigger and
We see the Funk Pub!
Escape the hell out
And remember the moment of
Opinions are just harmless problems
If you want them to listen to you
You need to harm the way out so
Set your prize
Chalk that matter and
Tell your greatest story
Thought another place to be in
This is not your country
This is not your concrete
Tell this not a blame
Tear this cynic pond you can not cry
Face on empty lies
You're all distorbed by your soul
This is the chalk and the matter

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