Alright here we are back once again
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The outcast
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Outlaw
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Outsider
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Wasted youth
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Growing excile
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Here to take revenge on your sociaty
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And spit our last breath in man kind's face
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We ain't got no image
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And we ain't got no style
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We don't rap
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And we can't act
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And we deffinatly ain't too fucking pretty
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But we'll drink you under tha table
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Knock your fucking teeth out
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Steal your fucking car
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Piss in your face
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Fuck your fucking mother
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And tell you the truth
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The hole truth
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And nothing but the truth
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As we seen it while surving our life sentences
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On the outside and darkside
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On your sick twisted evil fucking sociaty
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This here is my last chance
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To rise above the gutter
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And say to you and man kind and the hole fucking human race
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Fuck you
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This hole thing is dedicated
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To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there
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Doing their time on the city streets
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And praying to the night sky alone
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This ones for us
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Our kind belongs nowhere
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Welcome to excile
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Welcome to nowhere
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These are the out law randoms
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So let's fucking go
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A Post Card from the Edge
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| Blood For Blood |
