Paroles de U.S. OUT OF NEW ENGLAND
I want to be a fucking thorn in the side of the worldborn to bite the hand that feeds the fucking hook down our throats
every day is a fucking rule I fail to break
we're the prey, we get paid and we pay for the bait
everything is not fine
our Father who aren't in Heaven
I don't dream in American
war drums don't move my feet
the human race can run without me
everything is not fine
U.S. out of New England
everything is not fine
our Father who aren't in Heaven
I don't dream in American
war drums don't move my feet
the human race can run without me
everything is not fine
U.S. out of New England
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