Up in the morning splash water on my face, I'm not a winner I'm a disgrace The mirror shows no image of perfection, I see myself and it's a negative
We'll never be another country's slaves and we're sure to live free for the rest of our days Thanks, thanks to the bomb No one would dare do something
Not gonna say what I'm thinking about to you, and if you stay like that then we are through Cause life is not a trial run I know I've just begun to find
He's the one who stands out in the crowd, He's the one who stands up straight and proud He's the one that feels out of place, In society he's got a strange
started out five years ago and we are still true blue but now after all the laughs, what happened to you? you talk about a new nation, say your the youth
Monday morning can't open my eyes cause everyone's looking for me My life's no longer a seven day weekend cause I'm still asleep on my feet Wanna stay
Spend the daytime in the sun, spend night time at the club Some fun! Some fun! We always have a laugh We're never holding back, some fun! some fun! Cars
Poor mans got a hard life to live, Rich man's got nothing to give Feel your life going down the drain, Nothing but failure and pain You say you were
Like a chicken running without its head, Our country's debt is to its dead Under a sky so cold and gray, The youth of our country died before their day
Out on the streets on a Saturday night, No problems on my mind But around the corner with some steel in his hand, Is an end that's most unkind Poor Robert
We're the Anti-Heros now we're here, steal your women, drink your beer Join with us you got nothing to fear....That's Right! They all run when we come
(Yaw..) Skal jeg l?re dig hvordan man br?nder pisset ned Og rist en fed og fucked up sa du glemmer hvad du hedder Jeg kan l?re dig at blive det du ik'
Send us to die across the seas Where it?s told we want to deceive Send us (Send us) So far from home Empty hearts want to believe (Believe) The fight
Watch it become a trl calamity, soon to be parodied I stay married, to some d-cup breasteses With music, weed, and porno as my mistresses [chorus] We all weirdos, anti-hero
I don't know what's going on There's no heroes anymore There is no music that I would die for Only wanted to get high Play my music until I die Dead heroes
I want to suffer, I need to feel the pain and discontent Just to see how frail you really are So what do you expect? Simple respect? I want to know why
Send us to die across the seas Where it's told we want to deceive Send us so far from home Empty hearts want to believe the fight is for humanity Look