Blood For Blood

A Post Card From The Edge
Check check, alright you sick fucks ready? (YEAHHHH) Alright lets fucking do it. Alright here we are back once again The outcast, Outlaw, Outsider Wasted youth crew in exile Here to take revenge on your society And spit our last breath in mankind's face We ain't got no image And we ain't got no style We can't sing and we can't dance We don't rap and we can't act And we definitely ain't too fucking pretty But we'll drag you under the table Knock your fucking teeth out Steal your fucking car Piss in your face Fuck your fucking mothers And tell you the truth The whole truth And nothing but the truth As we seen it while surviving our life sentences On the outside and darkside Off your sick twisted evil fucking society This here is my last chance To rise above the gutter And say to you and man kind and the whole fucking human race SongtexteFuck you This whole fucking thing is dedicated To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there Doing their time on the city streets And praying to the night sky alone This ones for us Our kind belongs nowhere Welcome to exile Welcome to nowhere These are the outlaw randoms So let's fucking go Aus Songtexte Mania