A.F.M.S. - Hyades

Anti Fashion Megamosh Force

They came on Sunday morning

They’re dressed like a fashion show

He’s got Versace sandals, and for sure will make you know

She only wears Armani, or maybe some Cavalli shoes

As soon as I see these fuckers I wish I had my detonating fuse

Ignorance is their golden rule, they only live to buy

I think your next screwdriver, will get a hint of a cyadine

Discos are their Kingdom, but only if they are free

You’re Suck a bunch of idiots, and that is guaranteed

Take a whisky, maybe a beer

Don’t talk to me, you’re killing my ears!

Take a whisky, take a beer

Shut the fuck up and get outta here!

Drink a sugar-free juice, or you’ll become to fat

Your dog is dressed in Gucci, and looks like a rat

Manicure, hairdresser, botox and some peel

You’re wasting lotsa money, and there’s nothing more to feel

Take a whisky, maybe a beer

Don’t talk to me, you’re killing my ears!

Take a whisky, take a beer

Shut the fuck up and get outta here!

1000 for a dinner, 400 for some dance

But when it’s time to pay, man, you still don’t have a chance

You’d better call you rich friend, maybe asking to stay

And like every Saturday night, he will insist to pay!

Take a whisky, maybe a beer

Don’t talk to me, you’re killing my ears!

Take a whisky, take a beer

Shut the fuck up and get outta here!