Cinical, cinical, dumb to the bone
Mr. know-it-all dumb to the bone
And then you tied to the same old shit
Hiding the surface with more radical surface
You think you see the whole thing by knowing a part of it and then
You're fucking with the wrong girls again!
Die!
Die die die die die die bigot scum
We'll build up, build up, build up our own way
We'll not take it, take it anymore
Die die die die die die bigot scum
Seu burro, seu idiota, que anti-social o quê!
Anti-social é uma mulher tentando andar numa rua escura à noite
Que tipo de vida é essa que eu tenho que ficar 24 horas por dia alerta igual a um cão-de-guarda?!
De quem são os olhos que te vigiam?
De quem é a mão que te ataca?
Die die die die die die bigot scum
We'll build up, build up, build up our own way
We'll not take it, take it anymore
Die die die bigot scum
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