lying in the cell, lookin through the bars. lookin at the open feilds, so near and yet so far. wonderin bout your freinds out there, and what they're doin now.
They come here to this country from the jungles and from trees. The traitors in the parliament give them a better deal. Spend the nation's money, to cater to their needs.
Backstreet kids, no future in sight. Backstreet kids, can't see no light. Backstreet kids, no money too. Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do?. . Chorus:.
Back with a bang now!. . Do you remember in summer back in 1978?. When they reckoned that the skinheads' days were numbered. And the papers dripped with liquid hate.
My eyes seem to see. What others never see. Something's building inside me. But it's not for real. . You hate, rape me. . Some way is how. My resurrection's now.
In time the truth will come. Your mind's blind and you won't come home. . It's what you need to ignore. It's what you get in store. You can't explain.
In the air my troubles are away. Only if just for this one day. Everyday is an afternoon clowns. Kings and Queens and we all get crowned. . The change has fly, leaving you left to try.
Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship. Meddle state he will liken to a minute. Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit. Waiting on the street where he'll be with her.
Cannot touch me, you fool. I'm not one of you. . You cannot touch me, you fool. I'm not one of you.
"I got something that I gotta say...truth...jesus...fuck all them motherfuckers". "What? Shut up!". brak talk. . you know the brak talk. brak talk. you know that brak talk.
worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering. whims condition as night falls. spills disease mental sores. mine exploding you fucking liar. . lines form short mans views.
There's blood on the wall. So what. There's blood on the wall. Blood on the wall. Shadow wall. Shut up. Get up. Shut up. There's blood on the wall. There's blood on the wall.
After many hours. higher. . --nated fixture. . Whatever bells toll. Curls up inside. . Curls up inside. . Curls up inside. . After closing nightfall. .
I go out and burn my head. Look at it turn bright red. I don't mind I don't care. People think it's funny. If I got no hair.. All my friends. they burn their scalps.
If you're not busy being born, you must be busy dying. Standing up is hard to do when you live a life of lying. If you're not being born, you must be busy dying.
BREATHE AGAIN. I want to breathe again. What was once mine is stolen. I need to breathe again. My lungs are swollen. We wash the mentioning. We see doors open.
BLIND BY MORNING. Listen to the grass grow. Lay me down. The eye of god upon us. Shake the very ground. Play for me the smoke rain. Grass will always grow.
I tried to bring her in to see if she was killing them. A piece of family back together again, we shoulda been. I worked ????????????????????????????.
Way out in Russell Kansas. Goldsmith rides the clan. ??? are stalkin' they don't want me talkin'. Here is where I stand. . Hey. . Hey I'm a lunatic raving.