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Lyrics from the 2003 VECTORS album Still Ill.
DON'T NEED NOTHING
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 THE NEW PLAGUE
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

DAMAGE
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

BLITZ AND GLITZ
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

YOU'RE DEAD
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''

YOU'RE A JOKE
''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

CUT OFF YOUR EARS
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

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SHOOTIN OUT YOUR LIGHTS
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
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

SPIT ON YOU
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

EVERYONE'S AGAINST ME
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

KILL
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

ENTER ARMAGEDDON
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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