Refused Are Fucking Dead - Refused

Beyond ability and control

we could be weekend lovers.

Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase

parole for our revolution.

Whispered all across the street

about the new cool call.

Or screamed at your face

like a scabs payroll.

Faces like angels,

licking our fingertips.

We don’t have the patience

to deal with it.

With battered bodies

and puckered lips.

We don’t have the patience

to deal with it.

A naive young secret for

the new romantics.

We express ourselves

in loud and fashionable ways.

Yeah, get down, get down, yeah.

Can I get a witness?

This I gotta see.

Bring it in one more time for me x2

We don’t have the patience yet.