Instrumenty
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Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Kill Your Idols. Kill Your Idols. Here To Stay.


Four fucking years we've been burning our time
We're at the back of the line
And we're still waiting
All of the years of putting up with shit
And now we're wading through it
And we're still hating
This was never meant to be a garden of roses
Or elitist poses
But you've forgotten
Now it's all about who's making the loot
This big basket of fruit has just gone rotten

Day by day you pave the way
If that's what you want, then you've got it

Everybody's talking about this and that
About tit for tat
Well, what's the story?
Unity and justice is where you build your pride
And now you're choosing sides
Well, where's the glory?
Walking so tall with your head held high
You're in the public eye with cool things to say
I don't have the time to deal with jokes like you
I've got work to do
I've got bills to pay

Before you get up and tell me that I'm wrong
Why don't you shut up and listen to the fucking song

And if you don't like it - it's - just - too bad

We'll shout it strong, shout it loud
I?m the ugly and proud
And if you don't like what we say
Then you pay us no mind
And stop wasting my time
Like it or not we are here to stay