Lyrics from the 2003 VECTORS album Still Ill. | |||
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sick and tired of moaning and bitching about never having any money wanna scream and shout i don't need my short comings pointed out especially not by the likes of you yeah you i don't need nothing i don't need nothing i don't need nothing from you so you think you can teach me a lesson when i'd sooner give one to you getting sick of your discussions i'm so disgusted by you yeah you i don't need nothing i don't need nothing i don't need nothing from you we are 100% designed to leave no scent we are marburg and smallpox try to fucking argue with us we are the new plague we are the new plague a gene designed to end our times we are total we are pure we're the one that you can't cure we are the perfect weapon we are we are the vectors you've got money coming out of your ears and we can promise blood sweat tears in building 6A down at the vector we're all wondering who are you gonna elect now? we are the new plague we are the new plague a gene designed to end our times goodbye line up and fight like there's no tomorrow it doesn't matter if we end up dead together we can do some real damage and we don't care about your damn age damage damage damage damage some real damage perfect crime in the air tonight silence is a deadly sound alright together we can do some real damage and we don't care about your damn age damage damage damage damage some real damage a rocket up your ass c'mon gloss it up now let's skip the dreary parts the lowest common denominator is the only thing that really counts with the stuff that dreams are made of - blitz and glitz they torture you -blitz and glitz lottery games and endless re-runs - blitz and glitz nice and one-dimensional now - blitz and glitz even explosions can get boring but they just wouldn't dare to move an inch from the same old story and we just wanna sit and stare in the name of entertainment - blitz and glitz and all amazing technology - blitz and glitz you've gotta be taking the piss - blitz and glitz churning out that shit - blitz and glitz she sure looks fine in the shiny dress - blitz and glitz and it's good to know - blitz and glitz what she had for breakfast - blitz and glitz aw come off it - blitz and glitz and just because some sad old bastard is stuck with sucking media dick doesn't mean we have to sit and watch him lick the cum off of his lips it's just a load of shit now all that blitz and glitz what a load of shit now all that blitz and glitz drive the highway to the supermart and die eating crap gated communities if you're rich enough the walls are coming back private villages with private laws like corporate communism and those unpleasant poor don't drive cars ahh you are dead you're dead watch some babykisser link rape to hollywood tits and a talkshow host blame murder on doctor martens boots hide all real problems keep 'em out of the news bumproof benches in the inner city aaargh - fuck off ahh you are dead you're dead watch the world through a satellite dish isolated in suburbia where political signs and magazines are banned with hidden cameras and private guards but no homeless bums in your office land 'cause it all boils down to: ''don't you die on my driveway'' ''anti-authority''? well you're a fucking wanna-be and i fail to see what's ''anarchy'' with benefits for right wing christian scum you're a joke you're a joke you're a joke and what a fucking fucked up joke you're so sound you've got that repetitive feel you're so sound c'mon roll the reel go make a burn-out in your daddy's car suburban riot in your mum's back yard found it in a magazine the entire recipe to...to? - you're pathetic look through you like a window that needs to be kicked in when you dis the system you're already in up to your knees phoney new wave craziness rich and healthy people that look a mess c'mon artists cut off your ears and while you're at it your heads too c'mon honey - punk by numbers |
I ain't gonna cooperate and lay down and die I ain't gonna cooperate - cheat myself and smile So you can keep your television I'm more into demolition Your executive desicions - You know me - I'm never gonna listen Shooting out your lights ha ha ha Don't need reasons for what I'm doing don't need them to hind behind I just wanna leave it all in ruins I don't need to justify why you can keep your television I'm more into demolition Your executive decisions - You know me - I'm never gonna listen You can live your life on fucking tv you're fucking useless Complain yourself blue in the face I'll kick it I'll fight it and you won't like it No reason No rhyme I'll kick it I'll fight it and you won't like it Wasting this ain't wasting time I ain't wasting time watching you on fucking television Shooting out your lights baby Fuck you I ain't yours all through the night I ain't yours to hold real tight I ain't yours to own and cherish I ain't yours no cash and carry I ain't yours to kill and bury I ain't yours I ain't yours to vote for you I ain't yours to work for you I ain't yours no hot rod cat I ain't yours no pork pie hat I ain't yours you dumb fuck brat I ain't yours you corporate whore I ain't yours you commie bore I ain't yours I ain't yours I ain't fucking yours I ain't yours I ain't yours Hate your neighbour Kill yourself my sweet jesus what a mess I'm never gonna clean that dress when the president dropped his pants Kenny and his boys saw their chance his mouth started to drool now baby spit on you spit on you on the things you do I don't wanna be no sexual slave I just wanna dig political graves it was you who blew it mr.Starr came so close but no cigar my mouth is getting dry now baby spit on you spit on you on the things you do Monica's on TV - oh no Kenny's just a wanker - oh no Clinton's off to war now - oh no oh no oh no oh no no no no I got chewing gum stuck to my shoes from day one I was born to lose time bomb ticking in my head I wake up and I wish I was dead Hey - nothing ever goes my way When everyone's against me there's nothing baby you can do when everyone's against me you give 'em hell nothing else to do Can't even open my mouth before someone tries to put me down I got monsters hiding under my bed I wake up and I wish I was dead Hey - nothing ever goes my way Hey - Walther P.38 in the name of equality in the name of god people like you piss me off moral panic everywhere fuck you i don't need it - i don't care murder murder i wanna kill i said kill yeah kill you want censorship more and more laws like the nazi clone you are you should try to read a book instead of banning, burning them murder murder i wanna kill i said kill yeah kill censorship will solve fuck all you make me wanna fucking puke you make me wanna fucking kill fuck you commie scum murder murder i wanna kill i said kill yeah kill get the message now? it's: fuck you get your own personal iwo jima as they climbed up that hill you fantasize about it but no-one's seen her movin' in for the kill your job is not to be a superstar yes it is! yes it is! now imagine what a few young men can do whith a bunch of chemicals these won't go up their noses but straight into the laboratory fat man, thin man we got all shapes and sizes all in an altogether different class never mind changing those dirty sheets now when the future's gonna be a blast the future's gonna be a blast |
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