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!