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Heideroosjes It S A Life 12 5 Years Live

broke a bottle again Alcohol makes him a man Billy broke a bottle again He treats her like a garbage can Billy broke a bottle again Alcohol makes him a man Billy broke a

me I'm a king, a winner, a god It sounds cool but pity me I'm not Some hate me, spread lies, and disgust me I like to smash their faces but that's

re a junk, I'm a junk, don't tell me you're a punk Getting high, feeling low, my daddy is a useless drunk You're a whore, she's a whore, everybody is

't is genoeg, dit is de limiet Al die stress, ik trek 't niet Vandaag kunnen jullie de pleuris krijgen Niemand hier brengt mij tot zwijgen Je zegt dat

is a laugh when guns blast They just live today, it might be their last It's a regular day in Bosnia It's a regular kid in Bosnia Something's still

I gotta do something that's what they say Because time is ticking away I gotta get a job and work 8 hours a day Because time is ticking away I gotta

sound like Dylan with a too tight bra It's not about who you are, it's all about what you do. It's not about what you do, it's all about who you are

I walk in the streets and there is no one there I hear a voice and there is no one there I see a market square but no one is there I reach a hand

Scum is what you call us Scum is all you see We don't give a fuck which crowd you're in It doesn't make sense what's the color of your skin Bald