C'mon Fascista - Brandtson

This is what they call paying your dues

Don’t evey say it, I want nothing from you

Doing what I can to forget the past

Just don’t think I can quite so fast

Hey.

Hey, hey.

This is the end

Glass on the floor and blood on the mirror

Clean up quietly so no one will hear ya

Put up your feet I got something to sell ya

Pull up a chair and watch the world go to hell

Hey.

Hey, hey.

This is the end

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Leave me for dead

Cause I told you this would happen and it did

Wake up, walls are sweating

Make yourself beautiful

Wait for the sound to die out

Kick and scream and fight for your soul

Hey.

Hey, hey.

This is the end

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Leave me for dead

Cause I told you this would happen and it did

Armed to the teeth

With hopes and dreams

Falling apart

At the seams

This time we’re

Playing for keeps

You wonder «what's in it for me?»

Hey.

Hey, hey.

This is the end

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Leave me for dead

Cause I told you this would happen and it did

You’re just standing

And you’re clapping

As you burn your bed

Hey.

Hey, hey.

This is the end

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Leave me for dead

Leave me for dead

Leave me for dead