Chance dreams that cut across the bed. Leaving colors there instead. See lines that draw it to an end but ignore them. And if I say how I feel again, is it wise to do it?.
It was strange glue that held us together. While we both came apart at the seams. She said, 'Your place or mine. While we've still got the time'. So I played along with her schemes.
Storm the palace. Storm the palace. Storm the palace. Storm the palace. (Here we go, here we go). Storm the palace. Storm the palace. Storm the palace.
You always hear the shouts. From my battalion. And send toy soldiers out to. Help me stand. . And when I see you hide. Behind those curtain folds. I cross the room to turn the.
La la la la la la la la. Mickey wishes he was dead, draws the sheet across his head. Never felt so alive. Moved him in to share the bed, turns out he's sharing her instead.
From London to Lisbon. And all points between. Find people to lean on. And one man to please. . We all need someone. We all need something. We all need?.
Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie. Going places, you'd never go with me. I felt myself became a bitter old shrew. Oh, I'd have bitten you in two, if you would let me.
Her treasure chest was sunken. Equally cursed and blessed. In her Versace dress. Too eager to impress. . A vision filled her soapsud hell. Twin tub on spin.
Whoa.. Oh.. Oh.. THE SYSTEM FAILED US AGAIN. Whoa.. Oh.. Oh.. THE SYSTEM FAILED US AGAIN. . Factory layoff, welfare checks. Who's to blame for the state we're in?.
The crew is out tonight. Scarred for life, what a sight. A generation with no hope. This concrete jungle. Can be rough. . Street punk Oi!. Street punk Oi! Oi!.
you always feel discouraged about the system we have. to go to school and train you for the upper class. the money that they give you is enough to keep you alive.
' Static Feedback and Noise ' - the Casualties. . sick sick sick - of the music of today. sick sick sick - we need a fucking change. sick sick sick - their groups are such a waste.
sound from the streets - sounds from the slums. we are from broken home. noise from the street - noise from the slums. we ain't got no nice clothes. guitars from the streets - guitars from the slums.
En Las Calles!. . Sonidos de mis calles - sonidos de mi barrio. Somos pobres, pero malos. Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio. Ropas Sucias y con Huecos.
Juan sin escuela, nada que hacer. Y sin trabajo, nada que perder. Juan es un soldado, con pistola que. mat a muchos hombres, preguntele por que. . Juan es soldado, sin compasion.
WE ARE THE ENEMIES - OF THIS SOCIETY. . To the deprived. And the neglected. To the unwanted. And all the ones discarded in this world. . SOCIAL OUTCAST - SOCIAL OUTCAST.
making something out of nothing. with punk we have a start. you can see it in our faces. we're here to kick society's ass. rejected by the masses. and rejected from the upper class.
You got your junk - Wasting away. You couldn't care less - a dying friend. You really look sick - the needle is deep. You'll never give up - Tell me for what.
sick sick sick - of the music of today. sick sick sick - we need a fucking change. sick sick sick - their groups are such a waste. sick sick sick - I need anger in my brain.
Call it pogo, call it chaos punk. Call it crust, call it fucking anything. . Whye do we fight. It's the same fucking song. . Oi! for the punx. Oi! for the skins.