Cripple Bastards - Fear In The Squats Of The Dead lyrics

Time will show who has talent and who's doomed to stagnation. We drove to the fairest lands to play in the worst squatted dogholes in the name of an integrity often fading to nonsense burnt out patience, tolerance repaid by the umpteenth plain pat on the back. No appeasement – no cash – no promotion just the guarantee of being a brick…. to a castle whose foundations have no strength to stand up. Forced to eat your sh** Resigned to breath morals Reduced to sleep in your dirt Stuck miles away from respect Tipped as a thorn my anger is like newborn 15 years screwed by this crowd of A-marked trash A bullet in the head a flame-thrower in my hands the only way to abort this increasing ma** of living dead fill our dish with rewarmed tofu and 3 week old bread being here to bring fun, I'm yer ideal moron in front of our sight a loser-type ma** of scumbags lobotomized by booze, lost in few rules. Forced to eat your sh** Resigned to breath morals Reduced to sleep in your dirt Stuck miles away from respect Tipped as a thorn my anger is like newborn 15 years screwed by this crowd of A-marked trash A bullet in the head a flame-thrower in my hands the only way to abort this increasing ma** of living dead I'm tired of pa**ing over decay of respect = the mirror of what you hide deep inside an abyss of mediocrity a shadow on my sun. I'm tired of pa**ing over. and I won't be left behind. modern hippies on my grey-scale mutilation of their f**ing colours.