Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

You shit-head got it alls
You ghosts with greasy balls
You matron stabbing hard,
Grabbing the going's good
Administrators vicious
Dancing on the body
Slipping sly fingernails
flesh on battlefields
The corpses help you up
To position at the top

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

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

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

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

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

When you woke this morning you so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a 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 being by it.