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New Mexican Disaster Squad Abrasive Repulsive Disorder

How come all the bands forget The days when music was a threat? Why can't it be '83? So many bands I wanna see Misfits put out Earth AD And Bad Brains

Born Razed! Born Razed! Into a hole Where things are a blur And nobody cares Not even the heirs of this shithole! They say we gave you life But they

Listen up! Done with the rules I've seen enough fucking tools My patience is getting thinner Prediction rebellion, we have a winner They never saw it

I wanted to speak but I didn't I wanted to show but I couldn't And then it backfired Honesty among friends Is a craving that must be met You can't get

NO! more dwelling on the past Corruptions here at last Look out bonzo a new fuhrer has moved in Look out fuckers humans reach the end Future looks bleak

Am I that much of a threat to you? ...I hope! With tunnel vision and a lust for glass Punch through! When you're alone you cower But when you're in numbers