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Tytuł: Sick of it all

  • Wykonawca: The Distillers
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Murder murder a ripe blood stain
   Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all
   Murder murder a ripe fucking hate
   Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all
  
   I went to school today with an oozi
   Theres this kid he teased me so i shot em in the face
   All the worlds light wont ease my pain
   It wont cease im diseased will you hang me please
   What do i do im american youth
   All my life ive lived in silence
   Im gonna snap ill get you back
  
   Im a girl im only 13 my body rots
   Cause i wont fucking eat
   Im a silent star on a b-roll
   Im a mirror fucking image of no control
   Give me the award i conquered food again
   What else is better in life than to purge my pain
   If i cut, i wont look like that
   If i cut if i cut i wont feel like this
  
   We are kids we think life is a scam
   We come from wasted land
   We are kids we play punk rock and roll
   If we didnt we got no soul
   We are different kids with the same heartbeat
   We got one pulse running through the streets
   They are our arteries
   I am part of this