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There's a hand reaching past the glands Ripping out all of the contents There's a sense of sadness But only in what we've always been taught to listen with And I'm a waste and so are you in the face Of all the stuff from the guy on the clouds Who shouts down on us And words remain in the suits of today And I have no shame when I say Stay the fuck away And I'll be glad that when it's the end You'll be caught and torn when there's no lot to fall in Pest from the west Drums on his chest Sucks the tee-tee One of those pests Pest from the west Drums on his chest Sucks the tee-tee You're one of those pests There's a hand reaching past the glands Ripping out all of the contents There's a sense of sadness SongtexteBut only in what we've always been taught to listen with And I'm a waste and so are you in the face Of all the stuff from the guy on the clouds Who shouts down on us And words remain in the suits of today And I have no shame when I say Stay the fuck away And I'll be glad that when it's the end You'll be caught and torn when there's no lot to fall in You're one of those pests You're one of those pests You're one of those pests You're one of those pests from the west You're one of those (You're one of those pests) And you're one of those (You're one of those pests) And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests) You're one of those pests from the west You're one of those pests (You're one of those pests) And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests) And you're one of those pests Aus Songtexte Mania