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Blood for Blood - A Post Card from the Edge lyrics
Alright here we are back once again The outcast Outlaw Outsider Wasted youth Growing excile Here to take revenge on your sociaty And spit our last breath in man kind's face We ain't got no image And we ain't got no style We don't rap And we can't act And we deffinatly ain't too fucking pretty But we'll drink you under tha table Knock your fucking teeth out Steal your fucking car Piss in your face Fuck your fucking mother And tell you the truth The hole truth And nothing but the truth As we seen it while surving our life sentences On the outside and darkside On your sick twisted evil fucking sociaty This here is my last chance To rise above the gutter And say to you and man kind and the hole fucking human race Fuck you This hole thing is dedicated To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there Doing their time on the city streets And praying to the night sky alone This ones for us Our kind belongs nowhere Welcome to excile Welcome to nowhere These are the out law randoms So let's fucking go |
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