Текст (слова) песни: ninety pound wuss - One Track Mind
Your substantial credibility Isn`t much a part of me A spreading sickness, poor in taste No sense of reality Following the newest trend, it`s cutting edge So you pretend to believe ideals And conform to rules of material opinions We`re all products of a manufactured generation Controlled through television, by sex and violence Resist We accept the obscene as average Twisting all that our instincts are fighting for Resist it Man exploiting women, flesh, sex, skin, flash We rape, we destroy all that`s holy Resist them Flesh market society we digress We fight to survive while Destroying each other with selfishness Lies of liberty and freedom Hopes in something called democracy Masking the reality
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