Amen The Bastard Sons song lyrics

What you staring at.

What you staring at.

All your rooftop areas with your stereos

In your ghetto ways from the hardline sons

That find a way, to a better way, to get away from here

The bastard sons, with your guns

Were gonna fornicate, were gonna sterilise

The bastards sons, with your hearts

From your mortal lives, with your fragile lives

All your rooftop areas, still you stare at us

In your routines, were beside their sons

They find a way, a better way, to get away from here

The bastard sons, with your guns

Were gonna fornicate, were gonna sterilise

The bastard sons, with your hearts

Brought from your boredom lives, with your fragile lives

What you staring at

What you staring at

The bastard sons, with your guns

Were gonna fornicate, were gonna sterilise

The bastard sons, with your hearts

Brought from your fertile lives, were gonna stand

With you hearts, with your cause, were gonna live without any cause

With your whores, and your laws, were gonna stand in line

Were your bastard sons