Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

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

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

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

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

You greedy have it alls
You and lie and jargonise
That your success is also
That you take you take for us
While your ambition the living dry
And your solutions are archaic

You dead meat eyesore death
Look for your arselickers...
The face that stares back from the
the reality of your horror
So don't tell me you care,
You betray the dead as you life
Eat you own shit leader of nation
Piss off to your Downing Street
Leave us out of your
Buy own vaseline, grease your own arse
Shit in your own back yard, suck own turds...
IS OUR WORLD

When you woke this morning you so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like in black.
It doesn't get 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 make such a noise to the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't the silence
Even it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being by it.