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    Текст песни Anti Flag - Spit In The Face


    Anti Flag - Spit In The Face
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    Слова песни Anti Flag - Spit In The Face

    How can we be free?
    The bloodline of kings in the house of white
    Lynch law abiding citizens cashing in their rights
    The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire
    It's blood red and torching any horizon it desires

    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street

    Spit, spit, spit in the face
    No, I don't give a fuck what you think of me?
    Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting out of here

    How can we be free?
    Abandoning the children in the forest to feed ourselves
    We will all stay more healthy if we don't distribute wealth
    Aimed friendly fire, aimed friendly fire
    There is only greed living the life we desire

    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street

    Spit, spit, spit in the face
    No, I don't give a fuck what you think of me?
    Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting out of here, oh

    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street

    Spit, spit, spit in the face
    I don't give a fuck what you think of me?
    Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting out of here

    As we set sail across a raging sea
    (As we set sail across a raging sea)
    Unconquerable by reality
    (We are unconquerable)
    As we set sail across a raging sea
    (As we set sail across a raging sea)
    Unconquerable by reality
    I am infallible, I am untouchable

    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
    Spit in the face of the deceased
    Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street

    Spit, spit, spit in the face
    No, I don't give a fuck what you think of me?
    Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting the fuck out of here

    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation

    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation

    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, long live the new nation
    The nation is dead, dead, dead
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