I Hate The Youth Lyrics & Chords By Margaret Thrasher

All things considered we're basically fukked ...read more

Speak of the son. No father brings the holy one. From cloven hoofs to claws to thorns, his rise to power has begun. Among your thieves, there lays another dying mouth to feed. ...read more

Killer droughts, floods and forest fires Welcome to the systems' funeral pyre. Corporate puppets on a killing spree But they'd better watch their backs They'd better fucking...read more

Weren't you – all dressed in black? Boots, patches and crust bands shirts? You make me laugh – last minute pinups! X2 Weren't you – always pissed off? ...read more

I could write this ballad a million fucking times, But when I see your face It makes me lose my fucking mind, To think of all the stress you bring It makes me want to kill, ...read more