Straight edge yelling - d** selling
Worthless piece of sh**
How can you call yourself true hardcore
When you can't deal with it?
You walk around like (f**ing/lord) scarface
Five minor jerks at each hand
I guess they're just too hight to get it
Otherwise they would understand...that you're a
Lowlife...hardcore wannabe
Lowlife...that's what you are for me
There must have been better times
Right now i can't remember a single one
All my feelings proved to be mistaken
I thought that we would get along
But you're (just) an oversized leech
Draining a scene of its life's blood
Close your eyes - get lost
What you see is what you ('ve) got
Lowlife...hardcore wannabe
Lowlife...that's what you are for me
Lowlife...hardcore wannabe
Lowlife...stay the f** away from me
What you say and what you do
One way or the other comes back to you
I can't say that i have found a cure
But at least i know you...that's for sure
...you f**ing sell out!!!!!!!!