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Hours pass, everyday

you keep waiting for your pay.

If your work sucks, and your sick to death,

listen to me and hold your breath.

Kill those pigs, make them pay,

grab their money and go away.

Adrenaline is what you feel.

Take your bike and burn the wheel!

RUN! RUN!

With the green papers

DIE! DIE!

Die for them

RUN! RUN!

It's called vendetta

KILL! KILL!

Kill the unfair

Driving fast, you can't breathe

now that you are fucking rich.

Happiness, is now so near,

being sucked by a young bitch!

Nothing's left, work is done

corpses are rotting in their tombs.

Your soul is free, of your own hate;

now all you have to do is to escape!

RUN! RUN!

With the green papers

DIE! DIE!

Die for them

RUN! RUN!

It's called vendetta

KILL! KILL!

Kill the unfair

Hysteric laugh.

Dollars in your pocket.

Police sirens follow you

and you only feel Green Adrenaline!

Bloodstained.

Driving down the highway.

Leaving everything behind.

You've become addicted to... Green Adrenaline!