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They said 'our youth was dead' how could they know?we're stinking in our beds we're lyin' lowyour plastic culture sucks and it's gonna blowscrape the cake from faces 'til they're raw and bloodieduse their grisled blood to grease our trackstake their speaking money for an understudystick a bony finger down their gullets 'til they vomit up the pastlet either side confess, they do not knowI really could care less who paves the roadsyour plastic order sucks and it's gonna blowdesecrate their formulae for total boredombeat their subtle nuances to mushtake both fists and cram them into wholly whoredomsplit their skulls and addle what's inside until their pimps and agents blush Aus Songtexte Mania