THE PROLETARIATE lyrics : "Meth amphetamines"
Is that all you're f**king worth?
Deep fried your brains
Just to eat them again
You grind your face off
You don't know when to stop
When you're dead to the land?
Maybe when you're buried in quicksand
Meth Amphetamines
I'm not so proud
Of how you get your kicks
Being a f**king waste
Is how this %#@! sticks
Your private companion
I've got no acceptance
For the meth-amphetamines
You do every weekend
Meth Amphetamines
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