Broken Bike - Death In My Pocket | Текст песни

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I have death in my pocket
And smile on my face
I'm not sure if I want it
This last day of grace

So here I am walking
And you're standing in line
I don't mind what you're talking
I don't mind this crime

So come on, come on,
Come on, waste your life

You are all fucking soldiers
You have no thoughts on your mind
"What's that thing that he's told us?!"
"Obey and you will be fine!"

So come on, come on,
Come on, waste your life

You are all fucking soldiers
You have no thoughts on your mind
"What's that thing that he's told us?!"
"Obey and you will be fine!"

So come on, come on,
Come on, fuck your life

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