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Am C G D I'm better red than dead, C D C Am I'm better red, red, red than dead, I better eat my brain for breakfast, And make it, do it, make it fast! I can not live, I can not die, I'm so confused - I'm forced to lie! C G D Gotta a fucking reason now, Gotta fucking reason, gotta fucking reason Припев: Am C D Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue? Am C D Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey? Am C D F G MOA - they're all insane! Am C D MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, Militia on acid - Am We are all insane! I'm not a mouse, I'm not a man, I'm just an empty beer can. I can not hear my own farts, I guess I've lost some brain parts. Аt first they crucified, But then they satisfied. I'm at a loss - it's suicide! Dontcha fucking get it? Dontcha fucking get it? Припев C G Am They know that I've got Lenins and Hitlers dicks in my arse, C G They know that I'm sick, dead or red, Am that I need injections and not their sticks, C G E I know their hopes: I'm the man and they've got my dope, Am C Well, FUFK YOU COP, I know what you want, D I know your men-ta-li-ty!!! Припев
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