Lirieke: The Gits. Slaughter Of Bruce.

I was working in a shithole one day

Some fool came up to me and said

"You'd make a star with that band,"

I said, "it's not why we're doing this,

why can't you fucking get it?"

'Cause all I've got to do is release through

These obstacles I've got to beat



Release from the man who manipulates me

By the breaking of my back,

With nothing left worth saving

All I gotta do is release through the

Obstacles I've yet to beat

Take us to a sturdy ship

Where we raise our glasses

No pints too dodgy here

We don't need our problems here

Away from all these people,

They're posing about, waiting for the next scheme

To tip them off and leave them drowning

In what they think is real



All that's ever been and all that's been said

It's not to my regret, you gotta

Face the edge of yourself

And they say if you got humor through it all

You'll find the will to survive what seems like hell

Take me to the water, launch me out to bloody sea

'Cause all you gotta do is release

Through these obstacles you've got to beat

Take us to the water

Launch us out to sea

And may the drunken mad ones follow me