Bl'ink! Lyrics

When i was young I saw the scoreboard never changed and now i scream at the planes and throwing rocks at punks who sat on concrete blocks while the band played "junkies Running Dry" It's a cliche to say that I support Your scene competition means nothing to me when people change their face who never made their place it f*cking stinks.

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