Go Insane - Lower Class Brats

We laugh in the face of destiny

Abolish the rules of society

We’re the ink that goes deep in your skin

We’re black leather, studs and safety pins

We dance on razors edge

GO INSANE

Everyone lose your head

GO INSANE

We are fabulous stains

GO INSANE

Here we go again

GO INSANE

Let’s just make it loud and out of tone

Let’s all stand tall as they lick their wounds

We’re the frayed holes in your bleached out jeans

We’re f**ked, we’re twisted, and we are the scene

We dance on razors edge

GO INSANE

Everyone lose your head

GO INSANE

We are fabulous stains

GO INSANE

Here we go again

GO INSANE

We dance on razors edge

GO INSANE

Everyone lose your head

GO INSANE

We are fabulous stains

GO INSANE

Here we go again

GO INSANE