Tackleberry Good Old Blinders Can't Be Wrong
I fell for prejudices and was fool for the cliches
I had the wrong ambitions and was fooled by division
We’re pressed to take sides, carry on stereotypes
We’re bring the lies - we bring the trenches to life
Growing up in rivalry, pointing fingers is so easy
The most of my enemies aren’t even made by myself
No understanding, no coexistence
Bossiness prevents chance, Bossiness prevents chances
We bring - The trenches to life
The wrong home, the wrong school
Luckily opinions are not absolute
We eyeball each other but we don’t look in the eyes
We’re all naked today and on the day we die
On the day we die! Die! Die!
