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Devotchkas

Coppers in Force Coppers are out in force tonight Better look out, better keep em in sight Don't know what they'll bust us for Doesn't really matter

A grey sky falls on blood-soaked land where children used to play theres no more laughter in the air-its all been blown away The bodies burn in the sun

I hate hip hop kids, I hate their fucking noise I hate the hip hop girls and I hate the hip hop boys They want to stare you down when you're walking

Each day I dig my own grave In hopes my sanity will be saved After everyone and everything has let me down I sink into the sorrow that holds me a slave

Hold your grandmother's bible to your breast Gonna put it to the test You wanted it to be blessed And in your heart You know it to be true You know

Knew you from school- Over seven years Never heard of nothing- Graduated Student-Council queer Now you wanna hang Got a skinhead boy to show all her

He was a young boy in school all the kids played him a fool a quiet boy, no friends at all he tried to fit but still felt small Fucked up family-nowhere

quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels and SAints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg. There were three devotchkas

you like to mock us but don't you know you're just like the rest-you're society's clone and just like a product on a shelf you can be bought or you can