Refused Are Fuckin' Dead

Beyond ability and control We could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street about the new cool call Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll Faces like angels, licking our fingertips We don't have the patience to deal with it With battered bodies and puckered lips We don't have the patience to deal with it A naive young secret for the new romantics We express ourselves in loud and fashionable ways Yeah, get down, get down, yeah Can I get a witness ? This I gotta see Bring it in one more time for me Bring it in one more time for me We don't have the patience We don't have the patience We don't have the patience We don't have the patience