Fight Back Songtext
von Recount

My brains ram is stacked to the brim
All the talks you pour while light inside your brains is dim
I′ve grown too old to reply, it's just no use
Just no use I refuse
Torch the fuse, while rambling your abuse
Fuck!
FUCK
You

I won′t lie, I know that I should STAND UP AND FIGHT
Bla bla bla bla all the time
Wasting away, surely "dumbness" WILL NEVER DIE
I know that one for a fact


Were just a pack of dynamic, talented, lusty, solvently, alcoholic
Violent pack of creative savages
And you're just talking and
Talking and
Talking and
Talking and
Talking and
Talking and
Talking and
Talking and
Talking Shit
Shit! (Talking shit)

You play the talk-King thou you're just a talk-Krook
On the fishhook, give yourself a bad look
All the time, I′ve been listening to the same shit
I′m so tired yet no reason to be quiet

Where is it gone? I want my fight back!
Get hold of shittalkers and put'em on the right track

FIGHT BACK