FFF (Letra)

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Looking for a cure within the human race
Eliminate the poor, how much longer will it take
Burning up the tents of the rank and file
Exterminate their lives, crack a demon smile
Crushing down, caving in our will to live
Getting rid of man’s mistakes
To take a lost life, lock it up, break it down
How much more can we take

Fight for freedom, fight authority
Fight for anything, my country tis’ of me

Cry for absolution, it’s not the end for me
A last minute pardon, one final reprieve
Resist the war maching, don’t get in its path
Fight to die a free man and reap the aftermath

Crushing down, caving in our will to live
Getting rid of man’s mistakes
To take a lost life, lock it up, break it down
I don’t know how much more I can take

Fight!… It’s my country

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Fff (Letra)

John Lydon

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Farewell my fairweather friend.
Senseless reasoning.
You believe what you want to believe.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
On you no one can depend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Whatever you want it to be, for you that’s what it will be.
Honesty to you is arbitrary.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
Bad times, now they must end.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Bad times, now they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
Bad times, now they must end.
You used to be nice, now you’re twice as nice.
You used to be good, now you’re too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
Bad times, now they must end.
Used to be nice, now you’re twice as nice.
Used to be good, now you’re too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times – they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Lost in a storm.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Bad times – they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x4)
(end of song is "fff" backwards x3)