Songtext von Lowlife

Traight edge yelling - Drugs selling Worthless piece of shit How can you call yourself true hardcore When you can't deal with it? You walk around like (fucking/lord) scarface Five minor jerks at each hand I guess they're just too hight to get it Otherwise they would understand...That you're a Lowlife...Hardcore wannabe lowlife...That's what you are for me There must have been better times Right now I can't remember a single one All my feelings proved to be mistaken I thought that we would get along But you're just an oversized leech Draining a scene of its life's blood Close your eyes - Get lost What you see is what you've got Lowlife...Hardcore wannabe Lowlife...That's what you are for me Lowlife...Hardcore wannabe Lowlife...Stay the fuck away from me What you say and what you do One way or the other comes back to you I can't say that I have found a cure But at least I know you... That's for sure ...You fucking sell out!!!!