The stand-aside'ers
I don't believe in freedom
freedom is too cheap
I don't bellieve in god
I'm not a faithfull sheep
I hate the fucking lyers
Who always stand in front
but when the moment happens
Their answer is: I don't!
Kill the bastards, make 'em pay
Kill the bastards, this is my day
Eat the dirt and spil the blood
stab some backs and tear out the guts
Why don't anybody talk
when guilt is to proclaim
Why don't anybody walk
when I free the crowd from shame
I've seen the boring people
and all they do is sleep
I say life is a party
with a ridge that's really deep
Now I don't care anymore
About people in my way
I learn them how to suffer
I surely make 'em pay
There's but one usefull law
and that law is truly mine
I'm about too throw my life out
and I'm gonna start with wine
© Patrick Huijgens 1997
