Snacka Inte Skit Lyrics & Chords By Booze Boys

Your ideology reeks with the hate of self you confuse with pride in race, in your sterile version of utopia, I see four million graves. There are ghosts from a hatred past in your...read more

It's in every crack and now it's in every crevice You can run but you can never escape their prejudice Ignorance and traditional roles of accepted sexuality And now big...read more

Am I wrong to call you a killer? Then what's that meat laying on your plate? Was that not once a living creature slaughtered to satisfy your crave? Or is murder a word that you...read more

Too much has been said about the end of time a million pointed fingers including mine but when the dusk falls to begin the august winter we all will have written a verse to the...read more

Are you proud to be a part of the force that tears life's fabric apart? Do you feel no remorse at your little role? Does a fear rest within at what time has in store for the...read more