Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

You shit-head slimy got it
You crap-eyed ghosts greasy balls
You wicked stabbing hard,
Grabbing the going's good
Administrators smile
Dancing on the body
Slipping your sly
flesh on battlefields
The decaying help you up
To your at the top

You shit-head slimy it alls
You bind the as it crawls
And crush its head, the new scull
its brain and keep it dull.
You own its mind, you thief
Grind it down bloodied teeth
And it up with national pride...
Progress through
Not for themselves, but you, you
You the bodies of the dead

You shit-head slimy make it
With meat dripping as you walk
Don't talk of or respect
You soaked armchair moralist...
What right is yours that others
Are yours to smash and and bind?
It's your security they bleed for
Your definitions that die for
You your dead heroes with no more thought
some accountant at their work

You shit-head slimy got it
Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots
Tired old jerk-offs your bodyguards
Those muscle-pimps forty-fives
You automatic butchers
Bullet shitting dumbhead
It's your heartless failure protect
you deny the shame of your neglect
All you can see is your brutal
And damn the and fear the mess

You shit-head greedy it alls
You cheat and lie and
That success is also ours
what you take you take for us
While ambition scrapes the living dry
And solutions are archaic battlecries

You dead eyesore death pushers
elsewhere for your arselickers...
The face that back from the mirror
the reality of your horror
So tell me you care, shit-head
You betray the as you curse life
Eat you own shit leader of nation
Piss off to Downing Street fortress
Leave us out of madness
Buy your own vaseline, grease your own
Shit in your own yard, suck your own turds...
THIS IS OUR

When you this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just up shooting in vain,
Maybe hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ears so you can't hear the silence
when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not touched by it.