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Sick of It All - Violent Generation lyrics
Hard times, is what we're in And it ain't getting any easier my friends. Friends, search for the easy way out And they don't care how it comes about. Youth, they just wanna get paid. They don't wanna end up working like slaves. Slavin', for nickels and dimes So they turn to the quick money of crime. Morals are gone, no respect for human life. But what was it that you'd expect? Take a look around at this world we live in. Tell me you wouldn't grow up cold and callous. Prejudice, is one of their tools And we fell for it like a pack of fools. Fools, is what we are. We follow their plans to the letter so far. Each other, at the other's throat They sit back, to them it's all a joke. Joke, but now the joke is on them. They can't deal with this generation so violent. We stand accused of the crimes The crimes that take place They point the finger But they're the ones that set the pace. They beat you down, to try to keep you in your place. They were the ones, they were the ones They were the ones that taught me to hate. |
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