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For every single day
Harder to justify
Violence, junk and misery
When hell is passing by

Always seen me as a streetkid
But not the romantic kind
Don't wanna live in fear no more
I want it off my mind


Won't glorify crime city
Don't want it to come near
Sick of hipster slogans
There's people dying here


Behind every headline
A human pays the price
Segregated by the politics
In a city full of lies
Hard working taxi driver
Two bullets in his head
His family left alone
When their father lying dead


Middle class words
From a city on it's knees
divided into misery
when the rich man disagrees
talking about something
you never will come near
while the victims of crime city
are serving you the beer

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from Don't Believe A Word They Say, released June 9, 2014

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Oldfashioned Ideas Växjö, Sweden

Swedish oi!/punk band formed in 2009, 6 albums released so far and always working on new stuff. Visit Contra Records to buy our latest releases, www.contra-net.com !

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