Silverchair - New Race Lyrics
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New Race
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What Are The Lyrics For New Race By Silverchair?
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There's gonna be a new race Kids are gonna study up I'm gonna mutate Can't you say "yeah, ha!"? Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you Oh, yeah Sick of waking up late We gotta get to control Kids are gonna mutate From an endless grow Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you Oh, yeah Sick of secular time Keeps faking us out Kids are gonna reject 'Cause now it's time to punch out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup, ha, we're really gonna punch you Oh, yeah (Yeah, hup, yeah hup) We're really gonna punch you out (Yeah, hup, yeah hup) We're really gonna punch you out (Yeah, hup, yeah hup) We're really gonna punch you out Yeah, hup! We're really gonna punch you Yeah, hup! We're really gonna punch you Yeah, hup! We're really gonna punch you We're really gonna punch you We're really gonna punch you |
Who Wrote New Race By Silverchair?
Deniz Tek
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What's The Duration Of The New Race By Silverchair?The duration of New Race is 3:23 minutes and seconds. |
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