you walk around like (fucking/lord) scarface
five minor jerks at each hand
i guess theyôre just too hight to get it
otherwise they would understand...that youôre a
lowlife...hardcore wannabe
lowlife...thatôs what you are for me
there must have been better times
right now i canôt remember a single one
all my feelings proved to be mistaken
i thought that we would get along
but youôre (just) an oversized leech
draining a scene of its lifeôs blood
close your eyes - get lost
what you see is what you (ôve) got
lowlife...hardcore wannabe
lowlife...thatôs what you are for me
lowlife...hardcore wannabe
lowlife...stay the fuck away from me
what you say and what you do
one way or the other comes back to you
i canôt say that i have found a cure
but at least i know you...thatôs for sure
...you fucking sell out!!!!!!!!