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	1. I wanna be an angel 2. Waiting for the WW3 3. 84 man 4. Back on wild 5. Eleven 6. God knows 7. Steal it 8. Paranoized 9. The Idiot Song 10. Son of a Bitch 11. Stakhanovist punk ---------------------------------------------------- I wanna be an angel My kingdom is a bore I can't stand anymore Frustration factory 's not for me I wanna be an angel A rescuing rebel I'll shout "Wake up, I'm gonna set you free" Like a hero In front of the riot Obsessing the boss I'll never have enough In the claim I'll stand up in the rain And fight for the right Of those who never Dare to say no A working class hero Some live in luxury Some die in misery Exclusion industry 's not for me I wanna be an angel Raising the rumble I'll shout "get up, Refuse to pay the fee" Like a hero Rising the veto Obsessing the lords Of WTO Wanna be a Starving class hero You could say I'm a communist You could say I'm an anarchist Report me on the blacklist But i'll stand up with a fist This morning is for real I can't stand how I feel Same pain as yesterday Make its way So hard to be an angel For one who feels casual The road to somewhere 's a heavy load to bear As a zero ‘fraid to be a provo Fearing the boss So hard to have the guts To discuss To stand up in the rain And fight for the right Of those who never Dare to say no Beeing a angel class zero It’s a dying class top ---------------------------------------------------- Waiting for WW3 Time is missing To build myself a world I can't find out To have a little fun Fascist giants Try to suck me down I ain't got hope to get a little better Sexual dreams Keep me insane Come on cutie let's have a last score Before somethin' happens that wreck us in jam I ain't got nothing to do but to wait for the war Gotta get myself a way (gotta find a way) Gotta get myself a way There's really no place to stay Today I've worked To make a little money And now I want To rock my head away But politicians Say there is a crisis They got no hope to get a little better Leadership dreams Keep them insane So no chance for me but just wait for the war Gotta get myself a way There's really no place to stay We are all waiting for the war Let's enjoy it at all Tears we cried Are oceans of joy Gotta get myself a way Not to wait for the war. top ---------------------------------------------------- Four letters world Time has come to get yourself aware Are you ready to fight You're the 84 man, 84 man, 84 man In a four letter world It's too late to wait too late to talk To late to vote You're the 84 man, 84 man, 84 man Get a move on They want you to be part of the game The game of killing your mind They say they give a light But you're blind as a bat Time has come to stick it up theirs Get up for your rights You're the 84 man, 84 man, 84 man In a four letter world Jump into the race, get on the hot places Write it on the walls You're the 84 man, 84 man, 84 man Get a move on top ---------------------------------------------------- Back on wild In the best of the worlds you rest in peace Gave up your rage for sort of an ease Battles are won so you twiddle your thumbs Hey, wouldn't you give in a fighting jump? Life without hate is a life without hope No black or white I wanna the colours set Back on wild You waved your flag for peace on the earth But you swallowed the words of the many leaders No more chances for you to play any role Followers and yes-men lose control Life without hate is a life without hope No black or white I wanna the colours set Back on wild Don't want a love in jail within a promised land I want a love that hurts and slips out of hand Don’t need no happiness which is an emptiness Rebel within a cause but not the one God bless I wanna be proud to have an ideal Not the one of the quiet, of the moneymakin' But the willing to feel an insane sense of the fight For the future to forge to be the one of our own rights Life without hate is a life without hope No black or white I wanna the colours set Back on wild Life without hate is a life without hope Game is on, set an extra chance Life without hate is a life without hope Game is on, set an extra chance top ---------------------------------------------------- Eleven Tons of steel, glass and crushed concrete Flooring down the city streets He is wounded, the Leader of the World Wondering why Meanwhile, the struggling helpless nations Are pointed out as evil And despised as a guilty The leader makes the rules And its rule is raw Its sharp teeth bright in the freezing sun He declares, apocalypse now It's a thriller! I can't sleep I can't smile My soul's sold I'm the leader's son Sweatshop boys, starving kids Sex slaved women Look out there the enemies of the leader Cocacolized, macdonized, CIAzed, FBIzed, And still not satisfied I can't sleep I can't smile My soul's sold, but who bought it? I can't sleep I can't smile My soul's sold I'm the leader's son Tons of steel, glass and crushed concrete Flooring down the city streets He is wounded, the Leader of the World Wondering why I went to my doctor, my preacher, no answer And the old beggar just told me son, Eleven I can't sleep I can't smile My soul's sold, but who wants it ? I can't sleep I can't smile My soul's sold I'm the leader's son top ---------------------------------------------------- God knows (Who do you think you are) God knows I'm a fool Not to follow the way you rule In the sake of the lord Don't need no thinkin' score But who's the very fool A man trusting your bizz or the bloke on the quiz To be or not to be In the sense of the free God Who do you think you are Invisible star You know I'm not that fool As to play in your mystic mystery tour Should your show go on, man, Count me out of the band I'll never be as fool As to kill anybody in the name of you I simply toss the dices With pagan angel eyes If you are allmighty You must be a criminal If you are not that evil Your power is minimal God Who do you think you are Invisible star It’s been too long since you tried to change my mind top ---------------------------------------------------- Steal it One got all you wanna get One got all you need One got all you dream about What you ever never did see You got the right to get what you want You got the right to get what you need If they don't wanna give you Steal it Beckham's spicy girlfriend Play station on TV One more day out at work Ten tons misery No use to scream to get what you want, no Neither be screwed to get what you need If they don't wanna give you Big black brand new Buick break Kids made Reebok shoes Merit medals gold coated sun glasses Casanova balls You got the right to get what you want yeah You got the right to get what you need If they don't wanna give you top ---------------------------------------------------- Paranoized Basic instinct, primal scream stucked into my throat Relentless bore well it seems my karma’s a scapegoat Expactations for desires, Wrecked into desert Yeah my love’s under fire Shatters oughta shelter Paranoized, paralyzed, I swear my innocence To the ears of the world Tiny teen, i’ve only seen Dads on booze, or smack Bros and sisters on monkey bizz As i longed to be crack Scary runs leaves no breath For escaping deathAs the outraging fighting cops Keep on knockin’ my hair crop Paranoized, paralyzed, I have so many secrets To reveal or conceal Why should I keep my big mouth shut top ---------------------------------------------------- The Idiot Song Who’s on the side of a less than zero Drowned out of pride like a mindless hobo Lone is the one who loose Walks into idiot’s shoes Feels the pain in vain Riding a ride The idiot is rising Riding a ride The idiot is raising a lie Love he had few (faithfully true) Sin he broke through Sex, he gave in (obsessively hidden) But it takes two Smiling the sky The idiot is shining Smiling the sky The idiot is raising your whys Who’s on the side of a dying non hero Throw down aside by fashion pharaohs Lone is the one who dies Buried by neighbours lies Undressed for paradise He dies Riding a ride The idiot is rising Riding a ride The idiot is raising Smiling the sky The idiot is shining Smiling the sky The idiot is raising your whys top ---------------------------------------------------- Son of a Bitch I was born a son of a bitch I can’t explain myself The point I’ve reached I was born a son of a bitch I’m stuck into myself With no chance to switch You have put the blame on me And that’s the piece of shit I oughta be (shame on me) I never learned to take it easy In a land of wannabees Looked in vain for a smile to see In a grins gallery I’m running scare of sympathy In a crowd of ennemies Should you ever wanna fight My force will be my right I wasn’t born son of a rich I can’t explain myself The point I’ve reached I’ve been workin’ for the boss And never had a chance To get across (or win the toss) I never learned to take it easy In a land of wannabees Looked in vain for a smile to see In a grins gallery I’m running scare of sympathy In a crowd of ennemies Should you ever wanna fight My force will be my right Bad boy, son of a bitch Sad joy, song of a bitch Bad boy, son of a bitch Sad joy, song of a bitch Bad boy son of a bitch, No wrong bitch of a song I never learned to take it easy In a land of wannabees Looked in vain for a smile to see In a grins gallery I’m running scare of sympathy In a crowd of ennemies Should you ever wanna fight My force will be my right I was born a son of a bitch I’m breaking through myself Color the bleach I’m gonna get me power To rise away from this I gonna get me love yeah No matter how I kiss I wanna be a winner No matter you call me son of a bitch top ---------------------------------------------------- Stakhanovist punk Well ya boring to death and it’s yer pleasure Get around the block Kickin’ out the jams without a measure To rock around the cock Say anarchy sing insanity Is this subversion ? Scream fuck the cops or stick it up Is this sensation ? You have fun being a Stakhanovist punk You do run as a Psychoholic junk Playing hide and seek into garbage cans Hits you to the top Mess around your boots on old fashioned fans Pogoin’ the bop Wanna punch the frog, wanna be a dog Is this subversion Spit overkill build yourself cheap thrills Is this sensation Neurotic, eccentric, oneiric, surrealistic, alcoholic Rockmantic, erratic, systemic, demonic, sexmanic When boring to death it’s no more pleasure Rise upon the shock When kickin’ out the jams is no more leasure Get up, stick the cock Give up ol’ antics for yer own creation Call up to action Get off of the crowd find yerself a proud New direction No more fun being a Stakhanovist punk No more run as a Workaholic junk You have fun be no Stakhanovist punk You do run be no Psychoholic junk top ----------------------------------------------------