Refused Are Fucking Dead
Lyrics
Beyond ability and control, we could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies and puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud and fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud and fashionable ways
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies and puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
Yeah
Can I get a witness?
Oh, this I gotta see
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in
One more time for me, yeah
Can I get a witness? Oh
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in
One more time for me, go
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
Get down
Get down
Listen to him
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud and fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud and fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud and fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud and fashionable ways
Writer(s): Kristofer Martin Steen, Andre Karl Haldo Sandstrom, Dennis Sven Olof Lyxzen, Marco Eronen, David Sandstrom, Jon Albin Brannstrom
Copyright(s): Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
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