Sat in front of your tv
After to have nothing done of your day
They tell you the life
They say to you what is not
After to have nothing done of your day
They tell you the life
They say to you what is not
Lying Journalists
Journalists of shit
Think like this, look at that
Does not believe this, believe that
You don't know anything, they say to you
Don't await anything from them
Lying Journalists
Journalists of shit
They don't know more than you
But they won't say it
You trust them
They lie to you more and more
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Beat the Bastards
Death Before Dishonour
Fuck the System
The Singles
The Massacre