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Not gonna drink it anymore
Gonna put myself above the floor
Now you donât know whatâs instore
Homicide
Walk the streets all filled with rage
And they tell us to act our age
Better hope itâs just a faze
Homicide, homicide
And now weâre on the move
Got nothing left to prove
Homicide, homicide, homicide
Gonna blow it up to kingdom come
Youâll feel as like I feel alarmed
Iâm like this rumor, I am done
Homicide
Donât go worried on the street
You never know who you might met
Well itâs begun so donât retreat
Homicide, homicide
And now weâre on the move
Got nothing left to prove
Homicide, homicide, homicide
Gonna blow it up to kingdom come
Youâll feel as like I feel alarmed
Iâm like this rumor, I am dumb
Homicide
- Album:
- Champions At Heart
- Fly The Flag
- All Scratched Up
- Punkrockacademyfightsong
- Blue
- Down By Law
- Miscellaneous
- Last of the Sharpshooters
- Punk Rock Strike
- Atticus: Dragging the Lake II
- Godmoney
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 49: September 1997
- Down by Law vs. Gigantor
- Punkrockdays: The Best of DBL
- More Songs About Anger, Fear, Sex, & Death
- Windwardtidesandwaywardsails
- Comeback in Black: A Punk Tribute to AC/DC
- Rock Sound (Italian Edition) Speciale Punk Rock, Volume 17
- Another Round of Golf 5
- Terror Firmer