Testo: Killradio. Good Americans [EP]. Rebel.

We're the devils parents rise against,
Done nothing but raise themselves.
These holy rollers judge them
And sentence them to hell.
For asking them too many questions,
Searching high and low for truth.
Well they went to the tree of knowledge
And picked all the forbidden fruit.

And they passed it to the people
They asked why?d you steal for us?
There?s a little devil in everyone
One of God?s fallen angels.

This is not a test, this is not a gift,
This is not for me, this is payback.
This all for keeps, this is all to keep,
A world burned out, this is not for me.
This is not for me!

Rebel, Rebel, Rebel
You might as well
Rebel, Rebel
We?re all going to hell
Rebel, Rebel
You might as well
Rebel, Rebel, Rebel
This paradise is hell

August 7th, 1979 slipped out the womb
Never gonna look behind
Teeth clinched tight on the here and now.
Reality drags me but don?t bring me down.
Intelligence, self inflicting tool.
Slit wrists standing in a pool.
Well we?re all lost, we?re all confused.
I just do what I do knowing I?ll get through.

And then I passed it to the people.
They asked why?d you steal for us?
There?s a little devil in everyone, one of God?s fallen angels.

Fallen angel [x7]
Fallen angel fall.

We?re the voice of resistance in defense of the defenseless.
The choice of generations weighed down by institutions.
With nerve to be reporters in a media blitz distortion.
Our ideas are dangerous.
Ammunition is our slogan.

Rebel, Rebel, Rebel
You might as well
Rebel, Rebel
We?re all going to hell
Rebel, Rebel
You might as well
Rebel, Rebel, Rebel
This paradise is hell