Torch

We want the drugs
to be legalized
you say no

We pay the prize
of your disguise
we say no

And you think you're so peculiar
and you think you're fucking great
some lousy books have told us
the disaster you have made

Maybe it's to hold on
to our fucking prays
you have fuckin screwed us
in so many ways

And you thought you could steel, and we woldn't care
and you thought you could run, but we will be there
and you thought you could lie, but we we didn't hear
you ain't no smart

Maybe it's to hold on
to our fucking prays
you have fuckin screwed us
in so many ways

We ain't born to be fucked or to be betrayed
and you thought you coul cry, but you won't get payed
you said it's a job, but i know it ain't
you ain't no saint

Maybe it's to hold on
to our fucking prays
you have fuckin screwed us
in so many ways

and you tryed to convice us, bet you don't dare
and you trued to be nice, we say what the hell
it's your politics, that we send to hell

Maybe it's to hold on
to our fucking prays
you have fuckin screwed us
in so many ways