Tekster: Herman Düne. Turn Off The Light. As Long As Fakers Rule.

There is not a chance for
A loser
Getting caught by coppers
Smoking weed In the yard
Naturally

And if I'm hanging around
If I'm not strong enough
To get away with it
To make my way
Through troubles

In my way I am not a fool
But I don't understand
Those people here around
Are they really better
Than I am?

I wish I was like you Undestructible
Then I would be hanging around
With a Pit-Bull dog
And terrorize
The neighborhood

And if two of you guys
Racists of my town
Come a little closer
Messing around
I'll beat you
Hard

Everyday is a failure, as long as fakers rule
Everyday is a failure, as long as fakers rule A
s long as fakers rule