Tekstovi: Refused. Demo Compilation Vol. 2. Fudge.

Everyone's got their stories, everyone's got their view. Distorted visions of what they call truth. Everyone's got their stories, why don't you tell me one. You've talked for two hours now and you've just begun. Why don't you tell me a story that I wanna hear? Everyone's got their stories, everyone's got their views. C'mon let me hear it, let me hear the latest news. Everyone's got their stories and it's never the same. Cause it's always getting better, never getting lame. Listen man, what I've just heard, I exaggerated and now it's twice as cool. I contribute my part of the story. Of course it happened, I ain't no fool. But as the truth corrodes and slowly dies you are building yourself a world of lies. And all that is left is just empty fudge and all that is left is just empty fudge