Break the Sword - Summer '88 | Текст песни

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We were the boys summer ’88, bald working-class and full of hate. We’ve worn ??? boots when it wasn’t a fashion, nationalist Skinhead was our passion.

From the gang of racial brothers against the faggots and niggerlovers. Weren’t you ??? blacks, ??? and communist ???. Fitted bootboys with a Sieg Heil ???, tattoos or music ???. Celtic cross on a banner of black, every weekend would stealing ???.

Hey nigger what are you looking at?

A drink with our true ??? friends before ??? walk out the door. We took over the world and society’s game unleashed the boss and couldn’t tame. Reading the books MY KAMPF and WHITE POWER, edjucate the ??? enemys cower. Streetstormtroopers with blooded guts, all the punks ??? the Skins are nuts.

Yeah! We’re fucking crazy. Skinhead! Skinhead!

We were the boys summer ’88, bald working-class and full of hate. We’ve worn ??? boots when it wasn’t a fashion, Nazi-Skinhead was our passion.

Skinhead protest from aryan boys ??? we made our choice. Skrew the system of the jewboy capitalist, spreading the message of the national socialist. Through the line ??? made the movement of honest people. Finished highschool with a ??? rebellion couldn’t be stopped.

??? in the pitch with the skinhead way of life, from us the older ones with a steady job and wife. Our hairs grown in an inch or two, we’ve hung up our braces, you don’t see much of ??? with red or white laces. We’re working nine to five, wearing a ???, our race is still our nation for the faith never dies. ??? back in the day ??? burns or could there be a Skinhead-return?

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