Dalszövegek
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Call me a loafer - call me a quitter
With a lack of use
No direction, just imperfection
Born to lose
No reputation, no education
Just make believe
No happy-end in fairyland
Don't misperceive
They say: get real, here's the deal
You're going down the drain
But I'm intending to keep on standing
Against the grain
They don't know me at all
It's the music that I'm bleeding for
So raise the flag
Raise the flag of metal
Raise the flag
