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Absynthe - Gits

"There are these people that use you for their own need for deception By the size of their lies and the size of the stories that they're telling they've proved themselves to be very small.....minded Do"

Cut My Skin It Makes Me Human - Gits

"cut my skin, it makes me human scorn your mind just feel the pain cuz it's what makes us human it keeps us all the same you lose your head on your chosen trip the sight of your blood will lose your"

Another Shot Of Whiskey - Gits

"You walk in with another headache I can tell by the lines in your face you seem to think if you just remove the problem the answers are what will come next Another shot of whiskey and maybe I'll be"

Drinking Song - Gits

"I tend to drink too much sometimes I fall a little drunk on my face I get up I brush up I head to the bar For another round with all of my friends Here's to 'em To all of my friends Here's to 'em"

Seaweed - Gits

"There is a silence that paces us all It's sensitive to the peace that we've known And if I could take that crevice in me I'd fill it up with all that you bleed I was walking into the water and I was"

Insecurities - Gits

"Our insecurities, they bend us down on broken knees Our insecurities, we wear them till we cannot see The crap the shit the garbage our mind it has to swallow; it makes us enemies, building up mistrust"

Slaughter Of Bruce - Gits

"I was working in a shithole one day some fool came up to me and said "you'd make a star with that band," I said, "it's not why we're doing this, why can't you f**king get it?" 'Cause all I've got to do"

Precious Blood - Gits

"All these things I want the most. But they're usually one step ahead of my reach But they always stand close enough to take me to the next f**king trance 'Cause when it cuts it really does My soul"

It All Dies Anyway - Gits

"Once, once is really something twice it's just a tease for a little more One more time I've gotta ask you come over here cause I got something I'd like to say Once, once is real easy then Twice, your just"

Wingo Lamo - Gits

"When I'm going into the bar, I'm there trying to ignore this terror in me, I can't set it free I can't make any sense unless it's in a song and every time I try to feel I only seem to wake up lifeless where"

While You're Twisting I'm Still Breathing - Gits

"I tear myself apart and throw it on the ground in front of you (can't hide that i'm a social wreck) and though i sit within the wounds that one day could destroy me sometimes it's hard to find my friends"

Second Skin - Gits

"I've thought about it a million times It takes all my strength just to keep it calm I hove to tell myself, just let it breathe holding it inside will only help to do me in Each time I close my eyes I see"

Kings & Queens - Gits

"Just as you're waiting, you sit up in your evil chair looking down on me, you never really give a shit I've been searching for you, I've stuck up for you too many times, well I got my real answer and now"

Baloniarz - The Gits

"Z łapami w kiermanach bujał po ulicy Chodził do fryzjera, blinił na chodniki Rumuńskie skoki często pastował I na ura-bura pozował Chodził za winkiel pić pryty z plastików I dumnie bujał się w szaliku"

Nic dla hipis - The Gits

"Gonią nas idioci w martensach ja od koszuli * z usmiechnięta gembom prosto od fryzjera Zbrodnia z bocznych ulic przemoc z szarych bloków jest po kilku piwach terror tych stadionów Bo tu wszyscy mają"

Wojownicy ulicy - The Gits

"Wojownicy ulicy! Nikt nie chce zdychać tak jak pies, nie możesz nic, zalewa cię krew. Wiesz czego chcesz, lecz nie wiesz jak, więc chodź rozpieprzymy cały ten świat. Teraz do przodu skinhead i wszystkie"

Alkohol dla mas - The Gits

"Nic nie ma do roboty późnym wieczorem Myślimy, zdejmując korek Lecz parę łyków zmienia nas Alkohol dla mas! Pije się wszędzie, na ulicy i na klatce Pod sklepem, w piwnicy, w knajpie Z przyjaciółmi, których"

Blok - The Gits

"Zwykły, szary blok z szarej dzielnicy Po pracy tu wracają robotnicy Karaluchy na ścianach, a szczury w piwnicach A koty się pieprzą po śmietnikach To jest nasz kochany blok Brudny, odrapany, stary Taki"

Brzydkie słowa, brudny dźwięk - The Gits

"Tu nie ma nic o złotych piaskach O miłości na wakacjach Nic dla chłopców, co jeszcze nie spali Ze swymi dziewczynami Za dużo krwi i przemocy Prosto z mostu, prosto w oczy No i „kurwa” co drugie słowo To"

The Others - The Ark

"I'm getting tired and sick Of you calling it chick to describe what is that I am When I know that I'm damned 'cause I got no own place to go I'm getting sick and tired You say you know my kind But I'm"

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