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[Verse 1]
Spitting through our teeth, without using lips
We look at our watches again and again
We are disappointed by the promises
You can’t fight what you can’t see
Mirrors, smoke, and who is who
I wake up in the morning, a true middlebrow
To spin the gear like a good working man
And swallow my temper before I face light
25 days of work, 2 tax stamps a month
Xanthi, Chania, Thessaloniki, Athens
My eyelid is half-closed because of a fight
I’ve learned to speak Arab from Rotonda Square
I’m short on my rent, got a fix in my balls
And no hope that something will change
Maybe I’ll find it someday, maybe on a Monday
And maybe we can change the wind with "maybes"
Class-based justice in a country that fades
We saw sentences being given like it’s nothing
By a tight-ass judge who is shining like a doll
And never wondered about liability
We die proudly in the wrong land
If they come into my house, I’ll grab the gun
I’ll have my eye on the kid, but the key is not enough
How do I teach him to walk on burned ground?
Our hopes were once burned in Alexandria
Now we work on 8-month contracts
Trashy alcohol, powder drugs, chickens filled with hormones
How many winters do you think we have left?
If I don’t make it, you’re not gonna remember me
And I’m too old to die young
If I don’t make it, you’re not gonna remember me
And I’m too old to die young...
[Chorus]
I trust nothing but my two hands
They love you as long as the dealings keep on
We make memories inside gambling stores
And we’re confused about who we should hate
I only trust my two hands
They love you as long as the dealings keep on
We make memories inside gambling stores
And we’re confused, which trigger should we pull?

[Interlude]
Is it good?
Stelios, should I spit the next one also?
Good to go?
Let's go

[Verse 2]
The greatest terrorist was Jesus
But no one listened to him, the world is cruel
Dog fights in the port of Rafina
Who can understand the soul of Athens?
We were charged with a rake for a losing bet
And I’m in a corner waiting to be paid
Magnets on the fridge holding bills
So that the glutted can sing about patience
I wish I didn’t want, you motherfuckers
To age calmly in my gold cage
Cold steel tight in the wrists
For the dangerous rebellious ones
Life vests under the jackets for the stabbings
Explosives in banks and corporations
They are thoroughly wasting their youth
They don’t comply with the peaceful citizen recipe
They love clashing and they hide in daylight
Because extremists put the mask of an extremist on them
My friends, on the other hand, are doomed
To live smiling and go away deceived
They work for 3 months to get the unemployment benefit
But they dream about walking away with the cash register
Humor worth millions, football talking
Psychotherapy in barber shops and pool houses
I've been wearing it during training for some time now
An old Lonsdale hoodie that I bought per kilo
Sotos, please keep the pads a little lower
Take my word for it, we live better than the settled ones
[Chorus]
I trust nothing but my two hands
They love you as long as the dealings keep on
We make memories inside gambling stores
And we’re confused about who we should hate
I only trust my two hands
They love you as long as the dealings keep on
We make memories inside gambling stores
And we’re confused, which trigger should we pull?