Can I scream? Yeah We lack the motion to move to the new beat Woah We lack the motion to move to the new beat It's here for us to admire if we can afford
, I understand" I may not look like much to men but I shall not be moved I'll be a stone the builders refused I'm just a stone that builders refused
Intelligence refused Modesto piece of shit!!!
The light refused us with designed intent Into darkness we retreated to seek defense With patience and logic new hope extends To be different, to be
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American to me Symptomatically, and so basically It's so definite, freedom is all of it No humanity whithout restraint Refuse to be denied refuse
A great big house with nothing in it He comes home, says, "Now wait a minute" He's comin' in, she's goin' out He turns around says, "What's that about
some up front Three tries, wallet size I was looking at that cunt But I been refused, I lost my shoes I been refused, I lost my shoes Went topless
Beyond ability and control we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street
Scrap the extras (Let's keep our eyes wide open) Cut out the spareparts (Let's keep our eyes wide open) Let's keep our eyes wide open Fuck the idol (
So, you wanna go out with me Watch me get on my knees and bleed? I stole this scrapbook from you Doesn't matter 'cause you stole it too Sugarcoated kisses
This union made us powerless is talking over our heads Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan Stuck by deadly rhythm of the production line Stuck
of new generation This is the movement, this is the rhythm This is noise of revolution Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Refused party program Refused party program Refused
I'm tired of losing myself in some Stupid childhood dream of what I could've been Money proves the point, and I'm stuck between Summer holidays and punk
Hey baby, you never felt this good Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade Jump on this soul
Petrol bombs and barricades, anything to have our say Consequence of no choice at all, empires rise and empires fall Now it's time to flip some coins
I took the first bus out of coca-cola city 'Cause it made me feel all nauseous and shitty I took the first bus out of shell town 'Cause they didn't want
To sing you must first open your mouth You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar