Letras:
Forgotten Rebels In Love With The System

I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me My tax dollars paid their ransom, would they do the same for me? I don't, I don't want them

So I see you want to start a World War. Death comes in threes and it's so fun to score. That Ayatollah really must be a whore. Filth eating camel sweat

afar. Sullivan showed those English stars. You put them on a phony pedestal and gave them your money. They are the multimillion dollar joke that ain't funny. To hell with

Hey Lolita, if you ever need a place to stay, if you ever just want to get away, come on with me, a runaway. I had her back here with me. I remember

Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead The big fat guy is dead, dead, dead Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead The big fat goof is dead, dead, dead Millions of assholes

getting drained. S&M pleasure on the wall when you're chained. When you splatter love juices still remain and baby how I love you when you fuck me dead. Baby I love

Every time I think of her, I close my eyes. She was a velvet doll, she was a punk rocker. When I walked off stage I fell in love with her. I stared at