are locked on us Money buys the access and we can't pay the cost How can we expect anyone to listen If we're using the same old voice? We need new noise, new
it 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
Scrap the extras (Let's keep our eyes wide open) Cut out the spareparts (Let's keep our eyes wide open) Let's keep our eyes wide open Fuck the idol (
So, you wanna go out with me Watch me get on my knees and bleed? I stole this scrapbook from you Doesn't matter 'cause you stole it too Sugarcoated kisses
Übersetzung: Crank Soundtrack. Refused --- neue Noise.
Übersetzung: Refused. New Noise.
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new
us 'Cause money buys the access And we can't pay the cost How can we expect anyone to listen If we're using the same old voice? We need new noise New
: [Lil' Wayne] (Gibberish noises) Look, look, look I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like
I?m waiting in a sea of blood Where has time gone, what has happened in the dark? Memories of fear, cries, noise, silence. A new day, old routine, I refuse
You see the radio won't play my music If I say suck my dick they refuse it Fuck the radio now what 'cha wanna do Fuck 107.5 and channel 62 Fuck the new
[Lil' Wayne] (Gibberish noises) Look, look, look I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles
a fuckin' private to a FIRST SERGEANT? I come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when they marchin', I make more noise than a yard of German shepards
someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass
7-1-8 Brownsville, what the fuck you want niggaz? New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker Yeah M.O.P. for life Radio, niggaz
in after you It's the gutter and I spell it with the 'G' I stole from 'Get the f**k up' Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck Still
rules Tho' we're no fools Downbeats down to earth You down with me? Clowning round the town Step easy cooking up new tricks Looking for a new kick Found a new
waiting in a sea of blood Where has the time gone? And what happened in the dark? Memories of fear, cries, noise and silence A new day, old routine I refuse
