"All The Young Fascists" Lyrics

Fuck the four walls that you're stuck with. Fuck it.
Yeah we got different opinions well fuck it.
The last chance for a dance
To bring it down and lay it low
They talk the talk, talk of the last days coming
I don't believe a fuckin' word of it. Nothing.
For your kin. For your king.
Right now you should know.

That they're taking all the colours away
Can't put it back together again
They're taking all the colours away
We'll never forgive
And we will never forget

Chop the trees down and replace it with nothing
They kill ideas at the push of a button
Pull your strings. Do your thing
You're just a puppet right?
('Fire...')

Let go!