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Your Life no longer has any value Let them tell you what your own life is worth There is no compassion as life fades away This self deliverance the choice
quite an experience to hold the hand of someone as they move from living to dead." "Final Exit... The practicalities of self-deliverance" Final Exit
Tercüme: Mark Knopfler. Finale: Brooklyn için Son Çıkış.
Out on the streets and ragin tonight full blast adrenaline and ready to fight everywhere we go the record fuckin skip low life bastards and we don
You cropped off all your hair and bought a pair of boots sportin flash and fashion before you learned the roots flaunting sketchy politics just
Brickwalls, rowhouses, and alleyways subculture life every night and day urban youth, breakin rules and breakin laws hangin out and gettin loud just
smash every fuckin thing in sight all out chaos out of control violence, riots, total vengeance all out chaos out of control final exit, the end
Fed up with the modern age I'm in a cage in a rage always pressured to conform to bullshit rules and social norms I'm anti-society everything's
Roaming the streets at night embrace the urban blight hate on everything in sight -Degenerate! Booze, sex, and broken necks knuckles, boots and
sometimes yellin', tears swellin' Threatenin' to put one in my melon, finally expellin' My tormented soul from this unbearable hell I dwell in Searchin' like Magellan to exit
The night is gone, the time has come To find a new day has begun and it promises to stay To soothe the pain of wasted years And kiss away the bitter tears
Little Ghouls In Kid's Disguise, Invading Halloween No More Candy, No More Fun You Are The Main Course In Their Feast Trick It's The Hunger Treat Taste
tarantula ranches But there's still one thing we gotta see Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39 And we saw the sign that said, "Twine Ball exit
all that Now, see you talkin' real ball Your vibes is real cold You better smarten up Slide in the rolls I'm not the next chick You can hit the exit
