Cripple Bastards September 18th 1993
"All my life you've told me nothing but lies!"
18th... September... 1993... 18th... September... 1993...
18th... September... 1993... 18th... September... 1993...
WHO'S GOT THE 50 DM ON CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR?? [x4]
[Then no lyrics, just vocalized hatred and insults]
COMMENTARY
Your nervous eyes in search of love -
always discontented, melancholic, bewildered.
Few minutes of pleasure and then... goodbye.
Your compensation is narrow, the effort inevitably pathetic.
September, 18th 1993. The visionary freedom of a filthy stupid bitch.
Today charismatic heroine, tomorrow unwanted trash.
