Martin Atchet - Modern Life Is War

Martin, I’ve seen, the ones you oughta bleed

They’ve been driving around, in their big stylish cars

Well, I think they oughta feel your pain, yeah

I think they oughta wear your scars

'Cus what Ruby told you, well that was true

Now you better lace up those boots

Only you knew how it felt when the pretty girls looked at you that way

And somebody is gonna hafta pay

He’s gonna get his revenge

(Revenge!)

He’s gonna crucify himself for the world’s sins

His name was Atchet

He was one of them (x2)

He’s coming through the swing door

He don’t give a fuck no more

Cause no one ever gave a fuck about him

A horrible little monster born into a life of pain

The only way to relieve the hate;

Justice in the upper tiers of the corporate class tonight

A little lesson on twisted wrongs, and crooked rights

If he could write the headline in the paper the very next day it would read

«Violence works in mysterious ways»

And somebody’s gonna hafta pay

Somebody’s gonna have to pay

He’s gonna get his revenge

(Revenge!)

He’s gonna crucify himself for the world’s sweet sweet sins

His name was Atchet

He was one of them

He was a skin

«Are you a messenger boy?»

«No, I’m the judge and jury

If you’re gonna call the cops

You better fucking hurry!

There’s no use begging for your life

You made your choice and now you pay the price

You fucking bastards!

Bastards!

Bastard!»