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Lower Class Brats A Class Of Our Own

hate to have your plastic smile all dressed up in the latest style my dream girl aint all satin and lace shes a natural born angel with a dirty face

remember me when I'm gone Call me a sore on the face of humanity I'm just a product of their social disease The broken mind you gave has expired date Use me like a

in minnesota clubs you know the girls they cum and go theres whiskey on the bar and a pocket full of blow ill give you blood for a five dollar show but

and people scream the lucky lie dead this aint no dream no, no, no doves fly here desperate kids take what you got doesnt really matter cuz it aint a

Ive found myself a voice Im gonna use it baby ive got a uniform gonna wear it tonight cuz i, im standard- im standard issue you know i feel alright

by side were ready to collide i think you know what weve come for Were taking back our dignity Punks and skins back to the streets were taking back our