A Post Card From The Edge (исполнитель: Blood For Blood)

Check check, alright you sick [bad word] ready? (YEAHHHH)
Alright lets [bad word] 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 [bad word] pretty
But we'll drag you under the table
Knock your [bad word] teeth out
Steal your [bad word] car
 [bad word] in your face
 [bad word] your [bad word] mothers
And tell you the [bad word] 
The whole [bad word] 
And nothing but the [bad word] 
As we seen it while surviving our life sentences
On the outside and darkside
Off your sick twisted evil [bad word] society
This here is my last chance
To rise above the gutter
And say to you and man kind and the whole [bad word] human race
 [bad word] you
This whole [bad word] 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
 [bad word] to exile
 [bad word] to nowhere
These are the outlaw randoms
So let's [bad word] go
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