Translation mode: EBMHOWL->TXT

Battleground

Tonight we heard the sound of a struggle
We awakened to the sound of crushing bones
Suddenly we saw every fucking thing clear
and everything stopped
Suddenly we saw the whole picture chrystalclear
and everyone dropped all their pain and fear
We saw the time had come to empty our beers
and do something about the fucking state of things here
Oi Oi EBMers
Oi Oi All you stompers
Oi Oi Skins and punks
Oi Oi Bums and drunks
The streets are our battleground
The air is filled with riotsounds
We stand united strong and proud
Wave our banners to the crowd
The streets are our battleground
The air is filled with riotsounds
We stand united strong and proud
Shouting our battlecry loud Oi Oi Oi
einz zwei drei vier

Bow and Obey

Watch us
Watch us
Watch us
Watch us walk
Our own
Our own
Our own
Our own way
And we
And we
And we
We refuse
To bow
To bow
To bow
And Obey
Out with my mates
Meet face to face with despise and hate
When will you see
we are the ones who are free
Well when i'm out with my mates
We meet face to face with despise and hate
When will you see
we are the ones who stand up for what we feel

Conformity

Conversion
Conformity
Get in line
Get in style
One kind of humanity
One kind of society
Conformity
Conformity
Conversion
Conformity
Dont criticize
Dont leave the line
Dont criticize
Dont leave the line
One kind of humanity
One kind of society

Gaza

We were consumed
By shame and guilt
And gave away what wasn’t ours
We locked up our houses and closed our eyes
We sit down in our comfortable chairs
And cannot fucking care less
About this fucking mess
That we have made
Choose the denial
Blindfolded with a smile
Atrocities and chaos
Doesn’t bother us
I don’t want to see this
It’s just reality
It does not concern me
It’s only in the TV

Lazy Fuckers

So you’ve got problems? – we’ve all got problems!
So you’ve got worries? – we’ve all got worries!
So you’ve got problems? – we’ve all got problems!
So you’re in trouble? – we’re all in trouble!
So you feed on society you filthy little parasite
You meet with your doctors and play your little tricks
You live of welfare pretending to be paralyzed
And that’s what really piss me off and really fucking makes me sick
Come back to me back to me
When you work triple shifts to support your family
Come back to me back to me
When you work 24-7 just to survive
Lazy fucker! Lazy fucker!
Lazy fucker! Lazy fucker!

Policestate

The policestate mentality
The policestate mentality
We hide away our problems
We lock up all our fears
We slam the door in face of liberty
in the name of security
Through the eyes of a prisoner with his hands on the steel bars
Driven there by society with no choice at all
Oh we've done so much
Oh we've come so far
This is a perfect land
if we ignore the the ones who fall
The policestate mentality
The policestate mentality

Sverige

An elderly couple murdered in a parking lot
A kid at a school sees the gun as his only way out
This aint the States - This is Sweden
This aint the States - This is Sweden
A girl gangraped walking home from a night out
and the verdict of our legal system is it serves her right
This aint the States - This is Sweden
This aint the States - This is Sweden
It happens here
It happens now
It happens here
It happens now
Dont close your eyes
Dont close your eyes

Too rude for radio

We spit in your face and stand in your way
We say what we want and do what we please
We sing out loud
Stand out in a crowd
If you hate what we do we say fuck you!
and we'll never see our videos on MTV
and we'll never hear our songs played on P3
and we'll never see our faces on SVT
'cause we will always be
Too rude for radio
Too rude for radio
Too rude for radio
Too rude
and there's already to many twats on TV

Born & Raised

This is the place for oppression
This is the place for the blind hate
this is the place for depression
This is the place
where im born and raised
and where i belong
Gray concrete and a blackened sky
This is an insight
To my home
Aggression
fear and buried dreams
This is an insight
To my world
Beaten up
pushed around and broken down
This is an insight
To my home
Apathy
lies
a world of broken homes
This is an insight to my world

Choke

They stand behind their podiums
To spread their lies and missing wit
They're kissing ass along the way
and cover up the smell of shit
until they get up to the top
where nothing matters but the profit
With delusions of their immortality
that will turn to fear
These fucks will get what they deserve
when they choke in their gas masks
"Consume consume consume consume"
The message being fed to us
They stockpile gold inside their fort
and watch all crumble into dust
When the air is getting hard to breathe
and their illusion starts to die
then we who dare to disagree
will laugh our ass off as we bleed
These fucks will get what they deserve
when they choke in their gas masks

Die Rock

Pour down your beer tonight
Pull on your boots tonight
And lets go out and fight
We run our ship so tight
Pour down your beer tonight
Pull on your boots tonight
And lets go out and fight
tonight
And we will stand our ground - Oi!
We will stand up proud - Oi!
Until the day we die
Pour down your beer tonight
Pull on your boots tonight
And lets go out and fight
tonight

Kill (cover)

I don't give a damn I don't fucking care
I'm gonna kill my mum and dad then pull out my hair
I'm fed up with the dole and the human race
I'm gonna cut my liver out and shove it in your face.
Kill
I don't like animals or lifting heavy weights
I'm gonna shoot my fingers off and carve up all my mates
Gonna steal a motor car and smash it all to pieces
Gonna cut my liver out and pin it on your braces.
Kill
I'm apathetic, I'm lazy and rude
I'm boring and I'm stupid and I'm vicious and crude
I get thrown out of pubs and stuff  for pissing on the floor
I'm gonna cut my liver out and nail it on your door.
 Kill
 Kill

My Skin

Europe Asia
South america
Australia Africa
North america
Strenght
Unity in our pride
Truth is colourblind
Strenght
Unity in our pride
Truth is colourblind
I dont care about the colour of your skin
you dont care about the colour of my skin

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Run The Cameras

Machines of despair
They’re starving for the fame
Machines of despair
They’ll do anything for the game
Bending over in submission
Waiting for the publics decision
Run the cameras – Pull down your pants
I want my 15 minutes of fame
Machines of despair
Illusion of being something
Machines of despair
All you are is a big nothing
Run the cameras – Pull down your pants
I want my 15 minutes of fame

The Barricades

We are the bootboys
They are the IKEA-people
We are the rudeboys
They are the IKEA-people
We are the bootboys
They are the IKEA-people
We are the rudeboys
They are the IKEA-people
We are the voice of this place
We are the boys on the barricades
SHARP as a razorwire
HOT as a roaring fire
SHARP as a butchers knife
Its how we live our lives

Working Class

They force us down
They hold us back
With force
They close the doors
With lies
They fuck up our lives
We wear the boots and we wear the scars
The lost generation of the working class
We wreck havoc and we fight in bars
The lost generation of the working class
Cant force us down
Cant hold us back
With force they try
To close the doors
With lies they try
To fuck up our lives