Текст песни 28 Days - Kill The Fake (seshoo)
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puppet on a string what do you bring, nothineverybodies looking for a quick buckand vbuffin the dick of the powers that be not 28D, conplacency is not my styleas you can see, fuck it that`s not me it`s like every time I turn on the boxI gotta watch another manufactured band that sucks cockgotta listen to suckers whodon`t know diddley squatdance steps in their reps and no props go out to slopit`s not freshI got my shit down on the roadshoot yourself in the foot when you`re talkin out your sphincter, boyjust another toy and climbing out of the boxyou don`t write shit but you`re convincedyour shit rocks now you don`t write nothing leave it up to your puppeteers you better hope it sells nowcause give it two yearsanother humdurm throw awayis what it becomes a massive debt that someones got to payat the end of the short day can`t sell a record becauseyou`re so wakyou could sell your soulcan`t deal with the payback