The Gits & Kill Baby, Kill! - Nothing 4 The Hippies | Текст песни

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Warfare is wearing Doctor Marten’s, chaos is wearing a Fred Perry shirt. With the smiling mug and with the cropped hair. Crime wave from the tower blocks, violence from the backstreets. Terror from the terraces comes after a few beers.

Because in here nobody cares that Africa will starve to death. Nobody’s seen the white dove, nothing for the hippies in the the world of Oi!

Hatred from the neighborhood, aggro from the city bars. The gang’s with “Polsilver” swords full of contempt in their eyes. Vengeance just for fun, monsters from the concrete jungle. Nobody guides them, an army without a commander.

Because in here nobody cares that Africa will starve to death. Nobody’s seen the white dove, nothing for the hippies in the the world of Oi!

Hippies are so stupid, they can’t understand that peace is impossible without a blood bath…

Because in here nobody cares that Africa will starve to death. Nobody’s seen the white dove, nothing for the hippies in the the world of Oi!

Nothing for the hippies! Nothing for the hippies! Oi!

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