Letras:
Refused Refused Are Fucking Dead

Beyond ability and control we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street

grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!" Stop

power grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!"

fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin

: Cold skin clings to my face, more dead than alive. Spend your days without a trace, fed up with the lies. I'm one of the few undead, I've seen through

fucking commodity And if you didn't understand what I've just said then you already waiting to get fucked For example; a lot of these promoters are doing

not concentrating here There is a dead man in my bed, she said I ain?t speaking metaphorically His eyes are open but he cannot see There?s a dead

threw me down the stairs Haven't felt like this in years The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot

: I never claimed to be something more than me, your standards are something that I refuse to see, I will answer only to myself, so why don't you police