Alba s touto skladbou:
V Filth And Fury,
The Oracle,
We are sons of rage and laugh
City of dead
On end of every lost highway
Traffic signs that direct nowhere
Graffiti on dust bins
As Holy Bible of shopping center
Maybe any confession
Hadn´t muck words
I´m not crazy
But don´t think abou me different
In this city
That I don´t believe in
Say city od dead
Why do you try to limite my way?
Traffic signs that direct nowhere
Hey, city od dead
Lost children with scraths on their faces
But nobody care
I don´t care, if you too
I don´t care, if you too
I don´t care, if you don´t care
I don´t care, if you too
I don´t care , if you don´t care
I don´t care!
Everybody just drivels holy shit
Recykled hearts of poached
I´m raised by hypocrites
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
Live and breath
Hurricane of the fuckin´ lies
But you just can´t to blow me out
I don´t care (oh,oh,oh)
I don´t care (oh,oh,oh)
I don´t care (oh,oh,oh)
I DON´T CARE!
Oh, people wake up, I don´t know your name
I don´t remember any words that you said
Well,It hadn´t finish or any start
It direct from homeless to EMI records
If you still rocollect to me, oh boy
Please tell me anything what we enjoyd
Nobody´s perfect and I´m so sod, ´cos
I was sincere, maybe for it what I lost
To land, of neverland
To die, and future plan
To run,to run away
To find,what I believe
And I´m not bashful
And for nothing I excuse
For whole this stupid town
It´s not, it´s not for me
It´s town,of hypocrites
I run,I run away
To flames, od masochists
I don´t feel any shame for what I did
If you want you can go
I wanna run away the pain that is too much
In this city broken.......
