Black 12" vinyl co-released on 500 copies by Born To Waste Records, Missing The Point DIY Punk Distro, Bologna Punx, Phobia Records, Angry Voice Records, Pasidaryk Pats Records, Nothing To Harvest Records & ZAS! Autoproduzioni Records.
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lyrics
They can make things worse for me
Sometimes I'd rather die
They can tell me lots of things
But I can't see eye to eye
Ah, I know they know the way I think
I know they always will
But someday I'm gonna change my mind
Sometimes I'd rather kill
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind
Ah, things seem so much different now
The scene has died away
I haven't got a steady job
And I've got no place to stay
Well, it's a futuristic modern world
But things aren't what they seem
Someday you better wake up
From this stupid fantasy
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind
Aaah!
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind
We went into town on the tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
We're looking for you
In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And what he has become
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done
We picked up the trail at the seven crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We followed him
Just a silhouette figure up market pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We followed him
Over the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a cigarette
And we dived into a doorway
No police, no summons, no courts of law
No, no, no, no, no
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No, no, no, no, no
No mitigating circumstance
No, no, no, no, no
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No, no, no, no, no
There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city of ours
There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they don't recall
In this city of ours
So we followed your man back to your front door
And we're waiting for you outside
'Cause not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passes on the other side
No police, no summons, no courts of law
No, no, no, no, no
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No, no, no, no, no
No mitigating circumstance
No, no, no, no, no
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No, no, no, no, no
And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some thunderbolt to come
And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some justice to be done
Unless we make our own
No police, no summons, no courts of law
No, no, no, no, no
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No, no, no, no, no
No mitigating circumstance
No, no, no, no, no
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No, no, no, no, no
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018
