cant be arsed to dress up no more , ill be a boring bastard you run all the colour from my colar down my legs to my steady feet i wana paint ol street black! gonna take it back! back to wearin' the leather, grey clouds and shitty weather fuck summer fuck all the colour wanna fuck all your smiling faces infesting places like unwanted races! chorus x1 this heard of sheep a gathering of the weak ill be the butcher and the decorator, dictator to those who apose wat rose from nowhere!!
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