Bang and blare these sweaty prayers
Feed your skull
We´re accidents, whores and wrecks
You´re not alone

We are fucked up I know
On this junk we´ve been told
Punk or lust?
This machine, let it bleed
Let it explode
They kicked our teeth, called us freaks
You´re not alone

We are fucked up I know
On this junk we´ve been told
Punk or lust?

They don´t know the power of amplifiers
Or the gutter is where we feel alive
They don´t know the only thing left´s to write
In this heaven of the angry, young and wild