They come from the cities. And they come from the smaller towns. Beat up cars with guitars and drummers. Going crack boom bam. . R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A..
They come from the cities. And they come from the smaller towns. Beat up cars with guitars and drummers. Going crack boom bam. . R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A..
Written by james young, john curulewski. Lead vocals by james young. . Well I've got this crazy feeling. It's a sickness in my soul. Well I can't play no 9 to 5 games.
What you doin' tonight?. Have you heard that the world's gone crazy?. Young Americans listen when I say. There's people puttin' us down. I know they're sayin' that we've gone lazy.
Written by Paul Frank. Lead vocals by James Young. . I have seen you. walk in my dreams. casted high against the sky. . let me meet you. let me greet you inside.
Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law. Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home. Oh mama, I can hear your crying you're so scared and all alone.
Runaway... runaway slave (8X). . Verse One: A.G.. . Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats. Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies.
[Chorus]. (I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick). Yeah, big l is the first to represent.. . Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks flavs, god..
It's 2AM, the lights not out,. I swear to God this time it's not my fault.. Hey I'm late again and you're still awake.. "Who were you out with?. Where you been?.
There's a government whip cracked across your back. Where the order of the day is don't listen, attack. See the blood run down in your bushwhack town.
God you say is always the answer. But what is the answer for our cruelty. We punish a life 'til it's life ever after. Ever after the place that we all end up being.
Now I'm aimin' for heaven. But probably wind up down in hell. Where upon this alter I will hang my guilt ridden head. But it's time I'll take before I begin.
Shove all your problems under the rug. Then you wonder where the smell came from. Rotting out from the inside. This is your fucked up family. So many minds that nobody ever speaks.
(Lyrics by F. Navetta, Music by T. Lombardo). Rockstar. Poser. Asshole. Loser. Satisfaction. Recognition. Leave me alone. Rockstar. See if you can do two things at once.
They say I'm trouble. They say I'm bad. They say I'm evil. And that makes me glad. . A dirty no-good. Down to the bone. Your worst nightmare. Can't take me home.
Well you've messed around with all my friends. and everyone you've seen. You know you're tryin' to ride the wild. when you mess around with me. And all my friends tell me they see.
I like the way that you laugh. When you're prepping you hair (uh huh). And I like the way you don't mind. When I'm caught in your stair (uh huh). . Yes, you're mine for a reason.
The high and mighty, they've fallen. On a road to hell paved with good intentions. When you were alone, were the voices calling?. Telling you all the things too dark to mention.
Star's eyes once gazed upon me here. Now fallen deep, oh, sound of dawn of fear. Empty smiles on youth today. That lessons teach has gone away, they say.
It's alright now. Anything you can wish for, you can do. It's a changing. Figure you see before you in the clouds. We'll try to make it work. And I'll be with you almost all the way.