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
vicious smile
Dancing on the pile
your sly fingernails
Impaling flesh on
The decaying corpses you up
To position at the top

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

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

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

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

You dead meat eyesore death
Look for your arselickers...
The face that stares back the mirror
Reflects the reality of horror
So don't me you care, shit-head
You the dead as you curse life
Eat you own shit of this nation
Piss off to your Street fortress
Leave us out of your
Buy your own vaseline, grease 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 doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on own at night.
You've got to make such a to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the
Even when there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being by it.