The Bombers
celebrate
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Clock slave
Nicotine coffee bomb
Suit and tie
Working class rock'n roller
Days seems like weeks on this rollercoaster ride
You can't see the sun
You are locked in a fucking cage
Trapped by the rats, fed by their greed
You really know what you must need
Sometimes is hard to carry on
A blind man without a cane
Looking for gold
Sometimes my mind just screams
Give me some, give me some, give me some action!
All I want is to celebrate now
All I want is to celebrate
We are
Ok, alive!