"Last Call 026" genre: Punk
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	Lyrics From the ashes raised. In the ruins of a welfare state. Ambitions end up on a parkbanch downtown. Empty like the stomach, cold just like the ground. It's a one-man crusade on a rope too thin, stick the head out to get it kicked in. But I keep my front clean, a shelter from bittereyed days. Still they suck life out of life and bring reality in its place. Efficiency is when the stomach ache, still they crave more and you're stuck on that floor. Fits like a glove so just put it on. Bitterness from father to son. Back on the parkbench 'cause you nailed your backdoor. Walking away from a present, infected to the core. Drinking toward death with faces turned away. Wish that there will be a better day someday. While I'm locked up in the bombshell, my castle made out of sand. Men in suits talks a language that is hard to understand. Efficiency is when the stomach ache, still they crave more and you're stuck on that floor. Fits like a glove so just put it on. Bitterness from father to son.

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