Rancid. Rancid. Injury. Zeneszám

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Excuse me while i put i knife out of my back
how could i trust a person like that
alongside the slow is someone moving faster
behind the warm image is a cold cold bastard
corporate liberal bullshit ruling class take your money and shove it up your ass
take your lies i?ve had enough of you and put me through
im injured
injury
i look for the truth its hard to find money
grabbing dragon and the tie you hide behind
im so fucking stupid with you i was a byer
i believed in you you deceiving liar
set me fucking free