malign fiesta (no soul)

you got your 24 swastika tattoo yesterday

you got your 24 karat gold pierced earring in your nose. twenty-four years and you still don't know which way the wind blows. you got no.you got no

you know when disease violence

wish away your parents. you got yourself a girl with the face and the voice of a whore. you don't want a phone. but

you don't know what you kill yourself for anymore. you got no.you got no.you got no.you got no

you're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin

you're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin

you no soul rebel

it's your own chance to fight

you're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no soul. you call yourself a rebel but you call that man a nigger like they do

you call yourself a rebel but a woman like they do

you call yourself a rebel but you don't talk

act

walk and piss like they do

you got no room

no soul

no out

no phone

so whadya got? a god to pray to?

you got no.you got no.you got no

you're no soul rebel if you spit on your sister

you're no soul rebel with your boot on your shin

you no soul rebel

it's your last chance to fight

you're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no

you call yourself a rebel but you call a man a nigger like they do

you call yourself a rebel but you put your woman down like they do

you call yourself a rebel but you rape

scheme and lie like they do

you got no woman

no song

no drone

so what have you got

a god to pray to?

you got no.you got no.you got no.you got no

you're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin

you're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin

you no soul rebel

it's your own chance to fight

you're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no

you got no.you got no.you got no