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Heideroosjes Kung Fu

Too many things I like to say Too many things are wrong today Too many wars I wanna stop Too many kids will be fucked up Does it make a difference

You wanna join the army Visit beautiful countries Meet interesting....and kill them! You wanna march on with your boots in the rain forests of Brazil

I don't give a damn about fashion but that's just what counts today You only talk about trade-mark but there is a lot more stuff to say I thought punkrock

Al ver voor jouw geboorte riep je pa dezelfde woorden toen jouw opa zijn idealen de grond in boorden Je ma riep 'In deze maatschappij zet ik geen kinderen

Man, I hate those three words 'cause they sound so fuckin' empty I hardly ever say them myself but you said them plenty It's not cool for a punk

Onbegrepen, alleen en verward Geen zin nog te leven, alles gitzwart Ik doe niks goed en alles gaat fout 'K wil niet in de rij, ik ben een drop-out

Some tell me I'm a king, a winner, a god It sounds cool but pity me I'm not Some hate me, spread lies, and disgust me I like to smash their faces

Eleven, I guess she was eleven This pretty girl next door, always smiling at me She had this kind of sunlight in her eyes Always laughing and playing