Breeders of Hate [1989] (исполнитель: Sick of It All)
My mouth spouts these words of anger and fight towards the other man I'm bent out of shape I'm feeling irate feel that blood flow the relic of sin I've always confused with black and white Guns on the street, a [bad word] Breed self hatred tonight Save your insanity you die for my needs [bad word] them up now (I have no idea what he says here) take my advice and breed your hate at home the world wont be at peace until my brothers are alone my mouth spouts these words of anger and fight towards the other man Guns on the street, a [bad word] Breed self hatred tonight