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here's a story about a man who tries to live the best he can does what in his heart feels right, he's not afraid to stand and fight doesn't try to preach his way, just tries to live on, day by day doesn't fit into your view of what a punk's supposed to do who was elected to say what's protected to say what is wrong, to sensor our songs? was a vote taken on what we should make and on what we should eat or wear on our feet? so he goes on, on his own path, but keeps finding others wrath but not from center, left or right, it's his own brothers he must fight the people that he calls his friends want to shape him, mold and bend want the man to be controlled, his mind to fit their present mold doctrines adopted, now you're co-opted ?you're one of us, in hardcore we trust? is this what our scene is? i can't believe this you call that punk? you're all fucking chumps! KNOW THYSELF AND DO WHAT THOU WILT FOR WHO IS HOLIER THAN THOU? who was elected to say what's protected to say what is wrong, to sensor our songs? is this what our scene is? i can't believe this you call that punk? you're all fucking cunts! Aus Songtexte Mania