Propagandhi Ordinary People do Fucked up Things when
Fucked up Things Become Ordinary Letras:
Words can't do justice to pain. Seems like they
can't feel a thing. Ordinary people do fucked-up
things when fucked-up things become ordinary. I
can't promise utopia or a better world. I have no
clever lures. No harsh punishment if you don't
bite the hook. It's a world of shit or bust.
There's no escape from disappointment. When you
commit heart and soul to earning your place,
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someone else will have to cheer you on. What are
you capable of? You can be the one to string them
up and beat them to death. When you cut the bodies
down, you'll see the face of your failure and
shame. This is a world of professional liars: a
bleating chorus of tempered truths, who like
pealing church-bells echo its' virtues sung over
and over and over again. Rotting at the bottom is
better than living as a fool. I can't find the
meaning in the great achievement. When you commit
heart and soul to earning your place, opportunity
kills common sense.
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