Letras:
Urban Waste

I'm gonna be moving away pretty quick, the trends that I see are getting me sick, I used to hang out the people were cool, now kids put their boots on

Look into two loving eyes Part the two well shaped legs Gently squeeze two milk containers Grease the fur lined bowl B-N-C B-N-C B-N-C B-N-C Now add

I'd like to see a million dead cops in front of me Every time I go out and hang out with my friends it always ends up the same old way, with a nightstick

Reject, Reject they said I was a reject Reject, Reject don't want to be called a reject People say I'm a reject People say I'm a reject because of the

I'd like to see a million dead cops in front of me Every time I go out and hang out with my friends it always ends up the same old way, with a nightstick

Skank yourself to death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death till there's no sound destroy what you can, destroy whatever gets in your way

Reject, Reject they said I was a reject Reject, Reject don't want to be called a reject People say I'm a reject People say I'm a reject because of the

Crime seems to be a hobby wondering if you're the next But when it comes time for self-defense, you'll py for the attacker's death There's No Hope of

that stands Fooled by the sales pitch for progress at a dizzy pace We idolize the filthy rich for giving us synthetic taste Computer calls, urban sprawl