Refused - Poetry Written In Casoline lyrics

Scrap the extras cut out the spareparts let's keep our eyes wide open. Fuck the

idol reject the star let's feed ourselves some struction. Convention blackmails

creativity this lack of challange kills me. Manipulate the obvious. Cowards

bought by traditionalist manners. Scream at the herd that are heard the most

without substance and with useless banners. The rhymes of revolution. Poetry

written in gasoline. Your art is worth nothing.