Fit for Flogging - Leæther Strip

Running away

I know were to take you

None can say the ball is gonna break through

Labels obey me Touch me I kill you

Breathe into your passion

Taste of your own hell

Taste of your own hell

Fit for flogging

They’re fit for flogging, flogging

Blowing way

My dream is your nightmare

Start to pray

And see if he cares

Murder, oppression

Rich by your suppression

The act of a loser

In rotting a nation

In rotting a nation