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eat the rich
01:45
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eat the rich
give their meat to people in need
burn their banks, destroy their factories
we don’t want this system
capitalism murders every day
don’t want part in it
they wear designer clothes and go to fancy diners
eating their meat not thinking about where it’s from
while others are starving to produce what they want
money and meat for happiness
hope you choke on it!
let’s turn this shit around
eat the rich
eat the rich
they want new phones, new streets, new cars
while others just want a new life
fleeing to start it, then getting stuck at our borders to die
don’t want money or new things, upcycling is our thing
let’s turn this shit around:
eat the rich
let’s occupy their houses
make it a home for refugees
take their money and give it to people on streets
we don’t want this system
capitalism murders every day
dont want to part in it
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winter sucks
01:46
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it’s cold outside, everything is dark and grey
the leaves are falling down, nobody wants to do a thing
winter depression is kicking in
even though it’s winter
the thing which keeps us alive is making music in our room
we don’t care that it’s zero degrees
we camp in our room and we don’t freeze
skinny dipping in the snow storm
winter sucks, winter sucks but we make it unsuck
winter sucks, winter sucks but we make it unsuck
the music makes us hot
the music makes us sweat enough
surfing in the bathtub, wearing our sunglasses
dancing around that’s how we’ll survive this half a year of darkness
skinny dipping in the snow storm
winter sucks, winter sucks but we make it unsuck
winter sucks, winter sucks but we make it unsuck
and I wear my winter socks
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3. |
burning
01:28
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sometimes i get this heartbreak feeling
it’s a burning in my heart
it’s a burning since i thought of you
its a burning of how it used to
it's a burning I can't lose to
it’s a bruning of us
it’s burning which stops my heart
it’s a burning I need to get through
it’s a burning I need to get through
its a burning in me
IT’S BURNING IN ME
i don’t need male attention
to make me feel like I’m worth
i don’t need your kisses and your hugs
to make me love myself, i can love myself
i don’t need to be happy all the time
crying is the best way for stress to go away
not saying “no” doesn’t mean a “yes”
i don’t owe you anything, not even my consent
yes that’s what i’ve learned since you’ve been away
i don’t need to wear things that I don’t like
just because they’re safe
if you think it's our fault better not show your face
you suck!
It’s a burning in my heart
It’s a burning since i thought of you
IIts a burning of how it used to
Its a burning I can't lose to
It’s a bruning of us
It’s a burning which stops my heart
It’s a burning I need to let through
It’s a burning every time I feel alone
It’s the way I miss you
but I don't fucking need you
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4. |
twisted wrist
02:00
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I want to skate
give me my skateboard
I want to go outside today
I don’t need to go to work
I don’t need to brush my teeth or wear something new
‘cause all I want to do is go outside today and skate
I don’t want to clean up for people that don’t mind
I don’t want to learn
It’s a good day to skate
the sun is out so we’re going to roll around
I don’t want to pay money for a thing
I don’t want to listen to you bullshit
I don’t want to smile for anybody but myself
when I’m on my skateboard!
I want to skate
give me my skateboard
I’m gonna go outside and skate
now we’re in the park and everybodys having fun
drinking, rollin around, tryna do some trick
then falling on your wrist, getting up, smoking one
and trying again until we get it right
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ticket
00:54
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do you know the feeling
when your taking the train and you’re going the wrong way
so you have to go the whole way back and it’s shit
now your in the right train, talking about some things
and then the inspector comes in
and you realize
realize
you don’t have a ticket (no way!)
and you don’t fucking care
you don't have a ticket (no way)
and you don’t wanna pay
it should be free
to travel carbon free
it should be free
to travel carbon free
so you don’t want to pay
and we
you don’t have a ticket (no way!)
and you don’t fucking care
you don't have a ticket (no way)
and you don’t wanna pay
it should be free
to travel carbon free
so you don’t want to pay
and we don’t fucking pay
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6. |
fuck the patriarchy
02:02
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we produce women on the production line by the dozen
push them behind frozen faces
reduce them to pleasantries and empty phrases
depriving them of their voices to shout and fight angry
fuck fuck the patriarchy
fight for us flinta with your fist held high
our silence is a product made by your silence
we always have to ask how you feel
we always have to show you how to deal
with your troubles and emotions
get your shit together
i’m not your therapist
you don’t remain silent around me
but you're silent about the power of patriarchy
don’t believe me, do you?
rob me of the last word again?
women can’t make decisions about their own bodies?
going to deny that this?
access your emotion
stop sharing your voice on our behalf
studies by experts can prove it
your voice is given more weight
say it loud. say it free
say it soft, say it how you want it
fuck
fuck the patriarchy!
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tough luck Hanover, Germany
4 piece flinta garage punk since oct 21
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