 Refused Lyrics
Song: Refused Are Fuckin Dead
Album: "The Shape of Punk to Come: A Chimerical Bombation In 12 Bursts" by Refused
Song Text:
Beyond ability and control we could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about, about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scab's payroll
Faces like angels, lick our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies and puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
Faces like angels, lick our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies and puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
Can I get a witness?
This I gotta see
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in
One more time for me
Can I get a witness?
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in
One more time for me
Go
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
Get down
Listen to him
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
song "Refused Are Fuckin Dead" from album "The Shape of Punk to Come: A Chimerical Bombation In 12 Bursts"
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