Michael Guratza - Fake Punks

I don’t need to smoke and fly
When I can drink and drive
Those eyes are fading
Escapade
For me time has stopped
Since I left
For the islands of hatred and scorn
I hate your guts
I hate your lives
Fake punks
With virgin fists
If you’ve never failed
How can you speak of love?

I don’t need to smoke and fly
I don’t have fun or dance all night
Those hearts... so empty...
REGGAE SUCKS
And I just don’t belong
Cause I’m working on my new atom bomb
Dropped on your heads through dreadlocks and scarves
Fake punks
With virgin hearts
If you’ve never loved
How can you speak of art?

Recorded in 2010, taken from "The Bullfighting Diaries" E.P.
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