paroles de chanson Bum Fight - Wormfood

Come, let's fight down the street
No more teeth to loose
Let's drink, then we'll bleed
So many ways to choose

(Shard) to face (ah)
(Hit) to death (ah)
I'll crush your balls
I'll eat your tongue

Alcohol so warm in my veins
Can't stop, can't feel pain
Can't stop, once again
Bum fight is the game

Tired of begging to eat
We only feed with pain
Having fun, dying together

Nothing to win, and less to loose
Here is our little game
A game full of hate
Where wine turns to blood
Turns to blood

Bum fight!
Street clash!
Death wish!
Death right!

I gonna punch the hell out of you
You, filthy bastard, fuck you

Bum fight!
Street clash!
Death wish!
Death right!

Comfort, TV, economy, cocooning
Safety, cleanliness, totla sex drive control
Shopping, computers, fruits of technocracy
Love, respect, and urban equality

Let's take a vow of poverty
Poverty