1. |
Integrity
02:25
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We've never wanted to be like you
Always proud to have a different view
Never bow our heads, get on our knees
Never embarrass ourselves just to fucking please
You point your finger, you think we care
Words sound so hollow like you're not there
Keep your opinions, we won't take the blame
No matter how hard you try we'll stay the same
Don't care what you say, never liked you anyway
Good for nothing scum, you're just fucking dumb
Try to judge us everywhere, see if we fucking care
Our lives are ours to live
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2. |
Don't Follow Leaders
01:56
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There's something going on now, in this land
Please can you help me, make me understand
Why all the politicians in the government
Are all bloody fake and all bloody bent
So don't follow leaders, cause they lead you nowhere
Whatever they say, they just don't care
And all the stupid fuckers, they don't give a damn
Whatever's gonna happen to the working man
Don't follow leaders cause they lead you nowhere
Whatever they say, they just don't care
The leaders of today are selfish fools
To them all people are nothing but tools
Don't care how many they'll lose on their way
Just so they can get their hands on their ridiculous pay
So don't fall for promises they can't keep
You'll end up paying and it won't be cheap
If they get caught they pull another scam
And at the end of the day they just don't give a damn
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3. |
Violent World
02:55
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A new day dawning no different from yesterday
Knifes out, ready to slay
Aggression growing, hate becomes normality
And violence, so clear to see
This is your world today
So don't look so surprised
When you finally realise
It's a violent world - Violent world
Don't be blind, don't be a fool
The world is hard, the world is cruel
It's a violent world - Violent world
No communication, mistrust and disbelief
Make friends turn to thieves
The praise of moral, religion accountable
Corrupt leaders go to war
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We Ain't No Fools
04:15
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Seems that you've forgotten what your rules were yesterday
Seems that you're left in dismay
Said that if we don't behave there'll be a price to pay
Your rules seem to change every day
We don't play by your rules
We ain't no fools
We know what goes on behind all your closed doors
Double standards, dirty deals, your punic wars
You can be goddamn sure there'll be a price to pay
When your rules seem to go only one way
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Consequences
02:44
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An old couple murdered in their home
Never hurt nobody, just lived there all alone
A young girl raped in the street alone at night
Scarred for life, she'll never be alright
There will be consequences
We won't tolerate you prey on innocents
There will be consequences
Fuck you and your abuse
Bring back the hangman's noose
A little kid snatched up off the street
You have no empathy he's just a piece of meat
The next one, threatened with a knife
Won't get off that easy, pays with her life
There will be consequences
We won't tolerate you prey on innocents
There will be consequences
It's your time to lose
When we bring back the hangman's noose
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6. |
Cold Death
02:10
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A cold void, freezing hell
Immediate death, exploding shell
Shots ring out, cracks like ice
Bullets scream, death device
In the arctic cold, insanity's near
In the arctic cold, filled with fear
In the arctic cold, death smell
In the arctic cold, war is hell
Death in canisters, grenades hurled
Blood runs free, fills the world
Ripped to shreds, icy nightmares
Dying alone, no one cares
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7. |
Lost Freedom
02:58
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Living all alone
Nowhere was your home
Fighting on your own
For someone that you've never known
Always on the run
Anxiety, trust no-one
Rumours, so cold and numb
No respect for what you've done
A sad day, the day freedom died
When the truth was covered up with lies
Who were they and how did they decide
That you had to die
Stories in the aftermath
Made up, a liar's path
No one knew the life you had
Broke you, left you hurt and sad
Radio spoke of shame
Traitors, part of the game
Blood ran, you got the blame
Despite their lies we'll remember your name
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Burn
02:35
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Cold winds blowing in your face
Cuts your skin with disgrace
Cover you face, your shamefull eyes
Stories full of endless lies
Noone else to give the blame
Fucking fade away in shame
You try to run but can only crawl
Truth keeps you down when you fall
You lit the matches, we watched you burn
We're not dumb, we see through you
We know when words don't ring true
No second chance, no turning back
No forgiveness and no white flag
You betrayed our trust, took us for a ride
Like a coward you have to hide
The cold winds blowing up a storm
Burning bridges won't keep you warm
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9. |
It's You
02:21
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Have you ever looked in the mirror
Contemplated what you've done
Have you ever considered
It might be you that's in the wrong
You always pointed fingers
Were always quick to complain
Now it's your turn to drown
When the truth starts to rain
It's you, you, you
We don't like
Hide your deceiving face
Hide your false smile
Just go somewhere else
Where you can live in denial
You forgot about loyalty
You forgot about dignity
Did it make you feel good
All this treachery
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Urban Elite Copenhagen, Denmark
Rock'n'roll played by punx and skins - the dirty faces from the dead end street... the Urban Elite!
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