Sick of It All - Breeders of Hate | Текст песни

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My mouth spouts
these words of anger and fight towards the other man
I'm bent out of shape
I'm feeling irate
feel that blood flow
the relic of sin I've always confused with black and white
Guns on the street, a message complete
Breed self hatred tonight
Save your insanity
you die for my needs
fuck them up now
(I have no idea what he says here)
take my advice and
breed your hate at home
the world wont be at peace
until my brothers are alone
my mouth spouts
these words of anger and fight towards the other man
Guns on the street, a message complete
Breed self hatred tonight

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