Verse 1:

A bomb exploded down at city-hall

The result of a man not lacking any love

Shaved head, short beard, pink heart, how weird…

5 dead, blown legs, oh dear…

We’ve seen this world and its so fucked up

Ruled by heartless men and women who  suck

What are we supposed to do, in this place where love’s taboo

What do I really mean to you?

Chorus

We’re the Armed Front of Love, so prepare for the attack

pink bombs, pink gas, our goals abstract

Freedom for all lovers, so you better run for cover 

Every pig in our way will get packed

The world we seek is so cheesy

Love chambered, 45 acp

It can’t be stopped, so don’t resist

1 shot, 1 kiss, hey girl, don’t miss



Verse 2:

We die for a love that is true

Operate in cells of two

Guerilla War to free our hearts

When you’re gone, blow myself apart

On the steeple, a white dove

Every bomb is a work of love.

Wake up get ready dear

Masked up, strapped up, ready to blow

Chorus

THE ARMED FRONT OF LOVE (prod. zet)

Verse 1

Wake up in a strange room, never been here before

Bright-light, pure white, oh wait I’m in the store

I’m a wage-slave, a wage-slave, it's the sucking the soul out of me

not in the way I would like, a fucking tragedy

I hate all of humanity, a wage-slave’s all I’ll ever be.

Chorus

I went to psychiatry, to find out what is wrong me

ASD, PTSD

My fucked up personality

I may need a lobotomy

This is the only path for me.

Verse 2

Heading to a gun-show to buy myself a rifle

Straight-edge skinhead, I’m feeling pretty prideful

Sunday’s finest on, preparing for a mission   

AK-47, and a gloomy disposition

Back online, guess I’ll start up a live-stream

LOL don’t know how it feels to be me

I’ll blow my brains out on the LED screen

When my mother finds me she’s going to fucking scream


Chorus

I went to psychiatry, to find out what is wrong me

ASD, PTSD

My fucked up personality

I may need a lobotomy

This is the only path for me.

I’m a dead end, loser, no one gets along with me

Chorus

I went to psychiatry, to find out what is wrong me

ASD, PTSD

My fucked up personality

I may need a lobotomy

This is the only path for me.

I’m a dead end, loser, I need a lobotomy

Going Postal

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