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01 - OD Kids
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We are the O.D. Kids, never enough, never quit.
fucked up in anxiety, the inevitable effect
of society. Insecure, it makes us drink, drink,
drink. I don’t wanna think!
We are the kids that bob about, O D.
How long before we’re passing out? O D.
Can’t remember last week! O D.
and our prospects are pretty bleak O D.
O D, O D, O D, we’re the O.D. Kids.
Are you ever what you want?
do you dare to take that stand?
well I know we never did,
we are stuck and we drink on it!
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02. How low can you go.
01:34
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Where the hell are my cigarettes?
Where the hell are my shoes?
It worked perfectly to forget.
To drown myself in some booze.
Some things I do remember.
But finally I don’t give a fuck.
My shit has changed.
Changed into luck.
And I finally made my way down the stairs,
Missed the toilet, got the seat,
And the puke is on my feet.
I won’t wash my boots.
These are forever staying stains.
Comparison to real life.
I can’t avoid the change.
Some things I do remember.
But finally I don’t give a fuck.
My shit has changed.
Has changed to luck.
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03. More of the H.
01:02
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Doesn’t matter how you dress.
Doesn’t matter how you look.
I’m still more hardcore than you!
Doesn’t matter what you drink.
Doesn’t matter what you take.
I’m still more hardcore than you!
This is for the kid with the mohawk & shit.
The plastic stuts and tattoos.
With a fake leather jacket, it’s woman fit.
And I’m still more hardcore than you!
Still more hardcore than you!
Still more hardcore than you!
You want this life cause it makes you
look cool, while other’s don’t really
have a choice.
So, come back here, in a year or so,
and say it was just stupid noise.
Then I’ll smile and laugh in your face,
you’re nothing but a big dumb fool!
On your forehead is written ‘I’m a lie’.
And I’m still more hardcore than you!
Still more hardcore than you!
Still more hardcore than you!
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04. We're living now.
02:05
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Dude, I’ve seen this all before...
In a movie about lost punk glory.
It’s my life on that screen.
Didn’t anything change since 1983?
Or is it us, stuck in the past?
Conservatives holding on to the last.
We may not change, stand still.
What the fuck are we?
Are we fucking ill?
We sang the songs about the state.
About the power, the fear and hate.
But I’m tired, I’m sick of it.
We’re living now, so fuck it!
There are no punks, there is no scene.
A huge crowd is only a dream.
And all I hear is how it used to be.
Well I don’t care, I was fucking 3!
There are no punks, there is no scene.
A huge crowd is only a dream.
But we’re living now, not back then.
We’re living now, so fuck them!
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Quick, quick, give me another beer.
Quick, quick, it’s closing time.
Quick, quick, give me another beer.
One more beer and I feel fine!
Fuck off, do not take my last fucking beer!
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Written in a squat in berlin, the East Side,
is changed and commercialised overnight.
There is no remedy, nice and clean,
is what the outside of the western wold must be
But I will never play that game,
There is no businessman that will ever carry my name!
and what you call civilized, you fat pig,
you're just exploiting people
and let them suck your dick
you think you can hide it all, behind a suit,
you have bloody hands and that's the truth
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I don’t want people with
more rights then me.
Some guy showed his vague ideas.
About everybody now is the same.
It’s totally stupid, not real and lame!
I don’t want people to
say that I don’t have rights.
Cause I’m a women
they should hold me tight.
There’s no difference
between husband and wife,
and no bible, no book
will control my life!
But we’re not the same.
I can see it in your eyes!
From the time you got a name
you were doomed.
To live by someone else’s lies!
Doesn’t matter who you are.
You’re constantly kicked to the ground.
Society will always find a way
to destroy the luck you have found.
But oppresion from who ever it is,
will never controll me.
I say what I have say,
and be what I want to be!
But we’re not the same
I can see it in your eyes!
Since the time you got a name
you were bound, tied up,
by someone else’s lies!
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08. Boycot those days
01:45
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The air is grey, it’s going to rain.
But there is a lot I have to do today.
You know this feeling, you know the thoughts,
of a grey day, outside of your house.
I’m just so tired, I don’t want to think.
Don’t want to stay here, close to the brink...
Of going home!
It’s raining, I don’t want to go out,
for stupid reasons I still face the clouds.
The outside world, it looks so sad,
Like the whole city has regrets.
I’m just so tired, I don’t want to think.
Close to the edge, close to the brink...
Of going home!
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09. E.M.C.D.
02:04
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Well, you got no rights for something,
when you got something to say.
About misfortune of this world,
or injustice done today.
The riot cop will beat you,
when you open up your mouth.
They are defending gambling bankers,
politician, not the youth.
Are you aware they will kill you?
Cause you’re ‘armed’ with a stone?
Their gangmentality covers it,
protecting one of their own.
I just call it selfdefence,
when I throw my brick.
As the peacefull protest ended,
when they charge for the kick.
And I want...
Every motherfucking cop dead!
- Dead, dead, dead! -
One at the time, two at the time.
Every motherfucking cop dead!
- Dead, dead, dead! -
Tree at the time, four at the time.
Every motherfucking cop dead!
- Dead, dead, dead! -
Five at the time, six at the time.
- Dead, dead, dead! -
There is no evidence against them,
as the evidence dissapeared.
On the crimescene, only their words.
Don’t you think it’s weird?
The media just take their words,
as told to the press.
And the politicians and bankers,
just couldn’t care less.
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Nothing is going on around here,
I think it’s fucked up!
All my friends are acting weird,
I think it’s fucked up!
No money, nothing I can do,
I think it’s fucked up!
Need some help to help me trough.
I’m so bored I’ll sit here
for hours on this couch.
Watching boring shows
till the fuses are blown out.
There’s nothing on TV today!
I don’t wanna watch fucking MTV.
Or see that famous George Clooney
and especially, I don’t wanna see
your fucking mom!
Watch the news in the morning,
I think it’s fucked up!
Try to watch it in the evening,
I think it’s fucked up!
Shout and yell against the screen,
I think it’s fucked up!
There is nothing I want to see.
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I hate the cowards, I hate the brave.
I hate the bosses, I hate the slaves.
I hate the criminals, I hate the cops.
If we all die, i wouldn’t give a toss.
I hate People.
I hate the poor, I hate the rich.
I hate you so called, alternative kids.
I hate the sober, I hate the drunk.
I hate the hippies, and I hate the punks!
I hate People.
I hate the left, I hate the right.
I hate the black, I hate the white.
I hate the faces, I hate the smells.
but most off all, I hate my self.
I hate People.
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