You don't like the way we dressed
our music you detest.
You don't like the way we dressed our hair
well were saying to you

Eat shit Get away...Eat shit Get away !

If you cross me in the street an your a prep
don't look at me in the eyes
cause your gonna know i'm the guys from the street
so don't talk to me
cause the only thing i'm gonna saying to you is...

Eat shit Get away...Eat shit Get away...

Grand son of the atomic bomb
son of the international computer destructor
father of the final genocide
i'm rebel and saying to you

Eat shit Get away... Eat shit Get away...

You lived in a rotted society
where everybody is jealous and would like to be like you
Fuck the system long live to anarchy
the only thing it's gonna left to you is

Eat shit Get away...Eat shit Get away...

And if you think the sound is to loud
it's just because you don't belong with this crownd
don't make me shit cause i'm gonna saying to you...

EAT SHIT ...GET AWAY...EAT SHIT...GET AWAY...!!!