Tekster:
God Awfuls The Next Stop Armageddon

yeah we got a right to beat you down get on the ground yeah we're rising up to put you down ultra gang on the street tonight single out the scum amidst

On the west most coast of Babylon is the devil's septic jewel An L.A. summer with the streets ablaze is for the starry eyed and fools There ain't nothin

anarchists Bigots, racists, politicians and all the Christian coalitions Protect the sovereign rights of the old fat rich and white $40 for the year, stop the immigration here God

It must be hard with your head up your ass and a chip on your shoulder soap-box next with a one-track mind, tattoos, boots and pretty white shirts (hey

Said you were my sister, our bond was so strong, age 15 we made the scene, but girl where have you gone? Could I say I miss you, when you betrayed my

we'd been twelve years down so they rallied all around and they offered up the boys to die trading blood for money, selling flags and spining lies and