Текст песни Working On Wood

You came crashing into my life.

You pretend to work on a holy stripe only for whites and your

disciples. A bunch of fools breaking all the rules.

You are filled with hate and It must come out.

Your mouth is closed you don´t scream and shout.

Communication is not in sight. You want to settle this with a nice fight.

I´m working on wood is that understood.

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I´ll never get inside this fuckin´ thick skull.

To fight is your way of speaking. Well let me send you my greetings.

Congratulations to the biggest fool. Dropping of school. Think you´re so cool.

And maybe you´ll reach the stars. Freedom of speech has helped you to go far.

But i guess that fame will end up dead. And you´ll feel so lonely with your shaved head.

You hate everything you need. Compassion, love, even the air you breed.

If there was a god I´ll pray for you. You hate me, Thats ok, cause I hate you to