Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

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

You slimy want it alls
You bind the baby as it
And crush its head, the soft new
Burst its and keep it dull.
You own its mind, you murderous
Grind it down bloodied teeth
And it up with national pride...
through self-sacrifice
Not for themselves, but you, you
You raid the 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 yours others lives
Are yours to smash and kill and
It's security that they bleed for
Your definitions that die for
You stack your dead with no more thought
Than accountant at their work

You shit-head got it alls
Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots
Tired old with your bodyguards
Those muscle-pimps with
You automatic butchers
shitting dumbhead hookers
It's your heartless they protect
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 have it
You and lie and jargonise
your success is also ours
That what you take you for us
your ambition scrapes the living dry
And your solutions are archaic

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

When you woke this you looked so rocky-eyed,
and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just up shooting 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 hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind from the window,
Seeing it, but not being by it.