Слова:
Varukers The How Do You Sleep

Humanitarian crisis, I've seen it on TV Looking for handouts, looking straight at me No feelings, no grief, no sense How do you sleep I really wonder

you take the less you give now that ain't fucking right You bleed us fucking dry The harder you work the less that you get What seems the fucking point

gun crazed kids Never again get called a jerk Take revenge it's gonna fucking hurt Pull the trigger theree plus one See their maths ain't so fucking wrong You

: You sit in moral judgement of who and what I am You dictate the standing in my life that controls are in your hand Under attack You want to break

Do what you want as you please That's what punk rock is to me No restrictions no rules No regulations no law No restrictions no rules No regulations you fools Make your own choice you

you're in debt Impossible targets can't be met Piss off I've paid You rip me off you treat me like a fucking cunt You bunch of fucking arseholes Do

You follow the rules He spews out the lies You kneel on the floor Priest stands on high Reject their lies, absolution You confess all your sins He

more you take the less you give now that ain't fucking right You bleed us fucking dry The harder you work the less that you get What seems the fucking

Humanitarian crisis, I've seen it on TV Looking for handouts, looking straight at me No feelings, no grief, no sense How do you sleep I really wonder