Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

You slimy got it alls
You ghosts with greasy balls
You wicked stabbing hard,
Grabbing while the good
Administrators vicious
on the body pile
Slipping sly fingernails
Impaling flesh on
The decaying help you up
To your at the top

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

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

You shit-head got it alls
ghosts were maggots crawl
Tired old jerk-offs with your
Those muscle-pimps forty-fives
You gutless automatic
Bullet shitting dumbhead
It's heartless failure they protect
While you deny the shame of neglect
All you can see is your success
And damn the dead and the mess

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

You dead meat death pushers
Look elsewhere for arselickers...
The face that stares back from the
Reflects the of your horror
So don't me you care, shit-head
You betray the dead as you life
Eat you own shit of this nation
off to your Downing Street fortress
Leave us out of your
Buy own vaseline, grease your own arse
Shit in your own back yard, your own turds...
IS OUR WORLD

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