Текст песни Razor - Violence Condoned
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We only had forty-five minutesBefore we were to start our showOur roadies had set up our gearAnd we were (more than) ready to goThen the owner of the bar came to see usAnd he told us that we would`t get paidThe thrashers in the bar had to wonder why the show was delayedViolence condonedCough up the doughWe packed our guitars, we got in our carsWe drove off and we never looked backSix fucking albums, still dealing with welchersI think I`m about to attackI love all our fans but I`m sick of this, manIf you book us then we`d better get paidThe thrashers in the bar all showed him a mistake had been madeFans irate, the time was late, they knew the band was goneTempers smoked, a riot broke, the violent clash was onChairs were thrown, damage sown, they paid to see the bandBottles flying, underlying vengeance for the fansTake a stand and never change your plansDemand respect or be a useless foolNever let the big shots get awayWith thinking that they`re making all the rulesIf they think that you`re a weaklingYou`d better fight and show them it ain`t trueTeach them all a violent lessonAnd show them just what you can doRevenge, revenge, support it each and every dayRevenge, revenge, violence blows the weasels away