- Votes:
- See also:
Crashdiet - Don't Tell Me You Care lyrics
You shit-head slimy got it alls
 You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls
 You wicked matron stabbing hard,
 Grabbing while the going's good
 Administrators vicious smile
 Dancing on the body pile
 Slipping your sly fingernails
 Impaling flesh on battlefields
 The decaying corpses help you up
 To your position at the top
 You shit-head slimy want it alls
 You bind the baby as it crawls
 And crush it's head, the soft new scull
 Burst it's brain and keep it dull.
 You own it's mind, you murderous thief
 Grind it down with bloodied teeth
 And feed it up with national pride...
 Progress through self-sacrifice
 Not for themselves, but you, you scab
 You raid the bodies of the dead
 You shit-head slimy make it alls
 With dead meat dripping as you walk
 Don't talk of justice or respect
 You shit soaked armchair moralist...
 What right is yours that others lives
 Are yours to smash and kill and bind?
 It's your security that they bleed for
 Your definitions that they die for
 You stack your dead heroes with no more thought
 Than some accountant at their work
 You shit-head slimy got it alls
 Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots crawl
 Tired old jerk-offs with your bodyguardsCrashdiet - Don't Tell Me You Care - http://motolyrics.com/crashdiet/dont-tell-me-you-care-lyrics.html
 Those muscle-pimps with forty-fives
 You gutless automatic butchers
 Bullet shitting dumbhead hookers
 It's your heartless failure they protect
 While you deny the shame of your neglect
 All you can see is your brutal success
 And damn the dead and fear the mess
 You shit-head greedy have it alls
 You cheat and lie and jargonise
 That your success is also ours
 That what you take you take for us
 While your ambition scrapes the living dry
 And your solutions are archaic battlecries
 You dead meat eyesore death pushers
 Look elsewhere for your arselickers...
 The face that stares back from the mirror
 Reflects the reality of your horror
 So don't tell me you care, shit-head
 You betray the dead as you curse life
 Eat you own shit leader of this nation
 Piss off to your Downing Street fortress
 Leave us out of your madness
 Buy your own vaseline, grease your own arse
 Shit in your own back yard, suck your own turds...
 THIS IS OUR WORLD
 When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
 Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
 It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
 Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
 You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
 Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
 Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
 Seeing it, but not being touched by it.









