Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

You shit-head got it alls
You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy
You wicked matron hard,
while the going's good
Administrators smile
Dancing on the body
Slipping sly fingernails
Impaling on battlefields
The decaying help you up
To your at the top

You shit-head slimy it alls
You the baby as it crawls
And crush its head, the 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...
Progress through
Not for themselves, but you, you
You the bodies of the dead

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

You slimy got it alls
Crap-eyes ghosts maggots crawl
old jerk-offs with your bodyguards
Those muscle-pimps forty-fives
You gutless butchers
Bullet dumbhead hookers
your heartless failure they protect
While you deny the shame of neglect
All you can see is your brutal
And damn the dead and the mess

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

You dead meat eyesore death
Look elsewhere for arselickers...
The face that stares back the mirror
Reflects the of your horror
So don't tell me you care,
You betray the as you curse life
Eat you own shit leader of nation
Piss off to your Street fortress
us out of your madness
Buy your own vaseline, grease own arse
in your own back yard, suck your own turds...
THIS IS OUR

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