Fuck Off!

He is the angel with the scabbed wings,
hard drug face, wanna powder his nose
he will deflower the freshest crop
dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores

Dead
is what he is, he does what he please
the things that he has you'll never gonna see
what youre never gonna be now
sketch a little keyhole for the looking-glass people.

you don't want to see him,
only want to be him.
mommy's got a scare crow, gotta let the corn grow.
man can't always reap what he sow.

"he is the maker"
(he is the taker)
" he is the saviour"
(he is the raper)

Dead
is what he is, he does what he please
the things that he has you'll never gonna see
what youre never gonna be now
sketch a little keyhole for the looking-glass people.

you don't want to see him,
only want to be him.
mommys got a scare crow, gotta let the corn grow.
man can't always reap what he sow.

(chorus)

get back you're never gonna leave him
get back, you're always gonna please him.

He is the angel with the scabbed wings,
hard drug face, wanna powder his nose
he will deflower the freshest crop
dry up all the wombs with his

rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.
rock and roll sores.


Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore ‘coz you spike your hair When a jock still lives inside your head (Chorus) Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks--Fuck Off! Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks--Fuck Off! If you've come to fight, get outta here You ain't no better than the bouncers We ain't trying to be police When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy (Chorus) Ten guys jump one, what a man You fight each other, the police state wins Stab your backs when you trash our halls Trash a bank if you've got real balls You still think swastikas look cool The real nazis run your schools They're coaches, businessmen and cops In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go (Chorus) You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go Unless you think...	Name: Grant Age: 15 Birth date: May 31, 1988 Favorite Bands: The Cure, Depeche Mode, Bauhaus, Joy Division, Christian Death, Ramones, Social Distortion, Vandals, Dead Kennedy's, Misfits, Rancid, Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards, Dropkick Murphy's, Agnostic Front, Distillers, Casualties, Exploited, Varukers, Dimmu Borgir, Old Mans Child, Bathory, Satyricon, Gorgoroth, Cradle of Filth, Jack off Jill, My Ruin, Rob Zombie,Murderdolls, Marilyn Manson, KMFDM, Das Ich, Wumpscut, VNV Nation, Deadsy, Slayer, Dying Fetus, Lucifer, Napalm Death, Cryptopsy, Deicide
	Friends: Shaun, Jon, Doug, Mitch, Dale, Jim, Rico, Steve, Christian, Joe, Bart, Andrew, Courtney, Melissa, Mackie, Jael, Becky, Shannon, Zoe, etc. If I forgot you fuck you 'cause I forgot. I'll adventually get around to putting you in.
	He is the angel with the scabbed wings, hard drug face, wanna powder his nose he will deflower the freshest crop dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores Dead is what he is, he does what he please the things that he has you'll never gonna see what youre never gonna be now sketch a little keyhole for the looking-glass people. you don't want to see him, only want to be him. mommy's got a scare crow, gotta let the corn grow. man can't always reap what he sow. "he is the maker" (he is the taker) " he is the saviour" (he is the raper) Dead is what he is, he does what he please the things that he has you'll never gonna see what youre never gonna be now sketch a little keyhole for the looking-glass people. you don't want to see him, only want to be him. mommys got a scare crow, gotta let the corn grow. man can't always reap what he sow. (chorus) get back you're never gonna leave him get back, you're always gonna please him. He is the angel with the scabbed wings, hard drug face, wanna powder his nose he will deflower the freshest crop dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores. rock and roll sores.

Isaac, son of Mr. Willam & Mrs. Mehetable Thompson, who departed this Life Aug. 20th, A.D. 1775, aged 7 years 5 months. Ye young, ye gay, attend this speaking stone, Think on his fate and tremble at your own.	^ A damn good man right there! ^
AIM: NctrnlMalice or RncdPunk420 Email: Grant_s1@sbcglobal.net
LONDON!

^ A damn good man right there! ^

LONDON!