(In memoria di Mike e Ollie - by Picella)

You, you point your finger
Stare you fell like shame
Raise your hand in anger
Swear that I'm insane

You, you smell my freedom
makes you squirm because I smile
How you hate my long hair
Call my music vile

You call me a junkie
Call me filth and scum
Keep me from your daughter
But my time will surely come

You, you joined the army
Fought a b_____ war
Came home with a trophy
Turned into a bore

You, you think you're civilised
with your connections you can't fail
But you treat your wife and family
Like you bought them in a sale

You, you're blind to beauty
Only power can quench your thirst
You scream to bring back birching
You keep a list who should be first

You, you slowy fester
Gripped by your disease
Despise your next door neighbour
Strange he feels like me

Me I've felt your anger
Me I've felt your scorn
Me I don't know nothing
Me I've just been born

Me I'm slowly learning
To bide my time and wait
Me I've grown accustomed
To the burden of your hate

But remenber when you point and stare
And wave your arms up in the air
When you b______s die
We'll still be here then we'll take over

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