Call the Cops Bologna, Italy
A bunch of stinky drunkards got into a bar, met each other and got totally wasted and talked about setting up a very rough
thing.
Most lyrics speak about the obsession of time in a speedfreak society where your lifetime seems to belong to somebody else.
Fuck the cops. We hate them. We hope they die <3.
Fuck Fascism.Fuck Racism. Fuck Authority.
Fuck Sexism.
Fuck pretentious fucks.
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