Пятница на трибуне дым

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One, two!
Check this out!


Woke up smashed, head full of broken glass
Boss on the phone, he can kiss my ass
Slaved all week for these corporate swine
But tonight is mine, yeah, I draw the line!
Lace up your boots, forget the law
We go where the action is, raw!
No compromise, no bullshit lies
Just the smell of flares and hate in their eyes!

Припев
Friday! Smoke on the terraces!
We stay the same, no changing us!
Friday! The sector is on fire!
Fueling the flames, taking it higher!
Everything burns!
Everything burns!
Oi! Oi! Oi!


They look at us with their arrogant stare
White collar scum, they don't even dare
They’ll never get the drive, the insane beat
When a thousand throats rule the concrete street!
Police sirens — our favorite track
No saints here, no turning back
Calloused fists and stains on the vest
Fuck their morals, put them to the test!


Listen close...
This ain't a sport.
This is war.
Every fucking week.
As long as we live.
As long as we breathe.



Припев
Friday! Smoke on the terraces!
We stay the same, no changing us!
Friday! The sector is on fire!
Fueling the flames, taking it higher!


Smoke will clear, scars will fade.
But next Friday...
We’ll be back on the parade!
We never surrender!
Hahaha!