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    "Fistful of bulls**t"  Parental Advisorygenre: Thrash/Speed Metal
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    CD: Feed Me
    Credits: Music by Oleg Korenfeld, Alex Leschiner, Yuri Liakhovitch / Lyrics by Oleg Korenfeld

    Lyrics
    Parade your hate on live debates
    Decide my fate you filthy ape!
    You know for sure what is my cure
    Think big. Think bold. You're cold, impure

    No reason for reasons, my vision is blurred
    But I can not help it I hang on each word
    So burn it, just burn it and turn it to ash
    You earned it, you hermit so trade it for cash

    CHORUS:
    Fistful of bulls**t really stings my pride
    And you're to me worth dead so much more than you would alive
    I'd rather choke before I see you get your way
    I synchronize my clocks to count down your days

    BRIDGE:
    I am too bored too be depressed
    I need no more, I need no less
    I pass the time from right to left
    So far so good, I need no help

    I am too bored too be depressed
    I need no more, I need no less
    I pass the time from right to left
    So far so good, so is it?

    I promise, I'm honest, just listen! I know
    Who's controlling the volume on your radio
    Corrupted, distorted, aborted beliefs
    Are force-fed to messes by powerful thieves

    No guidance, just violence, alliance will rise
    I watch all you tyrants choke on your own lies
    But peace without evil would probably fail
    So your kind is needed to balance the scales

    CHORUS:

    Your anger can linger no longer here
    Don't point your finger at me and stare
    No reason for reasons, my vision is blurred
    But your brand of bullshit I just can't afford

    CHORUS:
    Fistful of bulls**t really stung my pride
    Now that you're dead I paint you red to celebrate your life
    I never choked because I held on to free will
    My clock just stopped, I guess you paid your final bill

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