Frustrated Songtext
von The Rabble

Rockers in the hallway, dressing in their two or nine
Handing out rules like it′s some kind of fashion
No passion in the way they live, it's just a game for them
Talking like their shit don′t stink


I am frustrated with you
I am frustrated with you
I am frustrated with you
I am frustrated with you

They gather in the front room, smoking on a cigarette
Handing out abuse like it's some kind of fashion
No passion in the way they dress, it's just a look for them
I′m telling you their shit, it stinks

I am frustrated with you
I am frustrated with you
I am frustrated with you
I am frustrated with you