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I Hate School
03:54
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Stop pushing your morality on me
Hiding truths I wanna see
The more you say you want me to concern
The more I see it’s tool from the government
Classroom is like jail
And we’re the ones who sit in lines
Performing our roles like in production lines
We keep the gears working with our cattle lives
They say it’s a big issue
Bullying in the school institution
But turn a blind eye into it
When it suffers kids
And all the improvement programs
And its many acronyms
Led by speeches made on cynicism
I hate school
I hate school
I hate school
I hate school
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2. |
Gotta Skate
01:52
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There’s no fun rollin’ in my town
That’s what they say and they are frown
All they want is a disco
And a shopping mall
Well, we don’t give a fuck
When we’re on the trucks
When I can’t ride
My life just sucks
Gotta skate
This is the fate
Don’t try to look cool
We’re gonna hate
Gotta skate
This is the fate
Don’t try to look cool
We’re gonna hate
People get jobs and complain a lot
Get to the beach when it’s really hot
To forget the regrets they’ve got
Well, we don’t give a fuck
When we’re on the trucks
When I can’t ride
My life just sucks
Gotta skate
This is the fate
Don’t try to look cool
We’re gonna hate
Gotta skate
This is the fate
Don’t try to look cool
We’re gonna hate it
Monday to Monday
Early to late night
Jobs are done
Eyes don’t seem to bright
Feeling the headache
Spreading hate
The hell is my head
I gotta skate
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3. |
Freedom is My Religion
04:58
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I just belong to nowhere
I feel so alive
But most look like undead
I can’t figure out the reason
Cuz freedom
Freedom is my religion
I don’t have to prove anything
To this hypocrite society
Working forces to greed
In this society
You’re not worth for personality
But you’re worth it
For the things your money can buy
But this power is not given to everybody
A few are so rich
But too many are starving
And they don’t give a shit
About what happens
But they’re thinking about buying
A little piece of heaven
You learned to love it (2x)
You can’t live without it (2x)
I can’t stand it (2x)
I just belong to nowhere
I feel so alive
But most look like undead
I can’t figure out the reason
Cuz freedom
Freedom is my religion
I see myself
As a wild beast
Trapped inside a cage
Living in a world like this
Do you know the people of lie?
Church-state media
Their wisdom is the only lie
So don’t try to romanticize my feelings
To talk about moral
Or institutionalize my soul
Molotov conspiracy against
All this insanity
Let’s see who gets hurt first
In this argumentation war
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4. |
1984
02:12
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The resistance is a lie
Think about it is a thought crime
And if you be busted
You’ll probably die
Historically dead
So you never existed
You’d better be happy
Cuz we’re government’s rats
In this land of “war is peace”
And “freedom is slavery”
Where “ignorance is strength”
They’ve silenced our voices
Be careful with what you say
Or where you drag to
Cuz “Big brother” will be
Watching you
Thought crime
Thought crime
Thought crime
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5. |
Wet n Wild Skinny Chicks
03:34
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Every night she says a prayer
To make me quit listenin’ to Slayer
Candle so white
Won’t fit that tight
Slippery thoughts
Inside her twisted mind
She says “no buzz off”
She says “no jerk off”
Quit living your life
It lets Jesus down
She calls me a burnout
And whispering “oh lord”
There’s something down here
You can name your god
Wet n’ wild skinny chicks
Wet n’ wild skinny chicks
Black widows with an angel face
Bangin’ them is like a jockey race
Wet n’ wild skinny chicks
That’s the philosophy
Of the Jewish wiz
It’s time to love
It’s time to pierce and kiss
That’s the gift he gave to humanity
Feeling lonely is the heresy
Wet n’ wild skinny chicks
Wet n’ wild skinny chicks
They’re gonna spend me to misery
Then break my heart with no mercy
Wet n' wild skinny chicks
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6. |
King of The Country Pit
03:18
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He is just sixteen years old
Don’t give a fuck
About the shit talking of pro
Urban kids said
There’s no skate in the country
Till they’ve seen this dude
Flyin’ in a “disaster”
This is how it goes in the country
You can’t beat that kid down
He was the nightmare
Of all the teachers
He delights on prankin’
The neighborhood preachers
Never cares if it’s hardcore or rap
If he comes to your spot
Things are gonna rad
This is how it goes in the country
You can’t beat that kid down
Always sick of getting’
To the damn school
Always of kids trying to look cool
Always sick of their making
Skateboard fashion
Insane grinds were his obsession
This is how it goes in the country
You can’t beat that kid down
Killer session in the country pit
If you’re rated athlete
Get outta here
King of the country pit
Is the one that rips
Shut the fuck up
Cuz talkin’ is cheap
We skate only to party
Bring the beer
And don’t be tardy
Gotta know if you
Come to our spot
Skateboarding in not a sport
It’s not a fuckin sport
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I can’t feel inspired
I’m always so tired
There’s nothing but my flesh
I just want my bed
We are the new working class (2x)
We live “just in time”
We’re afraid of the crimes
We grow up on fast food
We grow fat, we grow rude
We are the new working class (2x)
Smoke’s been inside your lungs
Then you realize time’s run
When you get yourself
Stuck in a traffic jam
And if you go out
Searching for fun
Searching for speed drinks and cum
Sadness when you realize
Yourself alone
Because you suck
Because you suck
It’s seven o’clock
Time to work
And face people that suck
We are the new working class (4x)
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Molotov Conspiracy Piranguinho, Brazil
Molotov Conspiracy was born in 2012, in Piranguinho, Brazil. Presenting an exciting mix of 80's hardcore, punk, surf music, thrash crossover and funk rock.
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