Tekster:
Infested The Myths Lies Hypocrites

I've fallen in love with a special kinda friend, A small lovey, little one with lots of love to spread, I love the anxiety, the tension, excitement,

Finally, you've seen some sense. Your fad has worn away you fuckin inbreds. You know who you are, the ones who would scold, when I'd be drinking cider

Start with a beer, 2, 3 or 4, Then were downing the absinthe, yet still we want more, Skin up a doob and pass that shit round, Phone up tha taxi, get

? But I miss the days on tour, with a bottle of Morgans. I'm sure you must feel the same? Or maybe not. I don't blame you for believing the lies, some

working and is making things worse. Prison ain't the answer for immense discipline. I don't have the solution to your crime pollution. But surely the answer lies

for all the bugs in your rotting grave! God won't answer your prayers And you can't escape this place. Myths and lies and hypocrites I'll give your

everyday, where we try to justify why we are there today. Patrolling, abusing, attacking and killing, even more civilians suffering. What is wrong with our population, blinded by the lies