Refused Are Fucking Dead - Refused
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Refused Are Fucking Dead Lyrics
Beyond ability and control we could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about, about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scab's payrollFaces like angels, lick our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies and puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with itA naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable wayFaces like angels, lick our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies and puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with itCan I get a witness? Go, this I gotta see
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in one more time for me, go
Can I get a witness?
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in one more time for me, goWe don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patienceGet down
Listen to himA naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way