Razor blade, I got myself a razor blade. I got myself a razor. Makes me strong enough to face her. Razor blade, I got myself a razor blade. . Razor blade, I got myself a razor blade.
I went to punk rock high and the school of rock.. I got an electric guitar to compensate my small cock.. I got a high squeaky voice like a mouse in a can..
I've got to tell you about a strange, poor man.. I met him at our concert, now he's a legend in our band.. Claimed we had to sell him a T-shirt for one mark,.
Promise me that you wont. Let me fall asleep tonight. So I don't wake up tomorrow. One day older than today. . Promise me you wont weep. If I die tonight in my sleep.
[Originally by Refused]. . genocide on genocide - destroyed knowledge crushed pride. lost culture to civilization - reduced abused beyond dignity. contemplation exploitation - ring the bell of information.
I live way up in the north of sweden. Don't need to tell you the name of the town. I can find the most things that I need there. Enough happens to make time go by.
When you look back on our history,. All you see are war and misery,. Caused by humanity,. Controlled in the hierarchy.. . But I don't agree, we're not born to be.
A revolution with a goal so fine. From 36 to 1939. They say it ended that last year. But the fascists are still here. The war ain't over and the battle ain't won.
This one is for the workers unite,. This one is for the people that believe in a fight,. This one is for everlasting dream to be free,. This one, this one is for liberty..
I never claimed myself to be. The world's most perfect human being.. Yeah, I try to do my best. But I fail like all the rest.. . I'm not strong, smart or well dressed.
I got questioned one day by the FBI.. They say they got their information from a CIA spy.. Who got his tip from the KGB.. But they got nothing on me..
Never ever has nobody like me caused empires to fall. I never hit, I never kicked, I never injured anybody in anyway at all. The only battles I fought were the ones inside my own four walls.
It's time to pack, load the van and go.. Hit the road again, do another show.. We try to sleep or listen to the radio,. Might as well get comfortable we've got a long, long way to go..
You say that I'm just another boy on this world who's trying to romanticizes the struggle,. But I know when I'm talking about love.. You say I'm just an immature kid who's always, always looking for trouble -- Looking for trouble.