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.
Una noche de pasion tu inocencia y mi pudor. se encuentran yo de paso y tu. soando iglesia. No te quiero herir tengo que partir. no me detengas... cuanto quisiera.
Ive got a love - Ive got a love. Open my hand and make a jump. Im on a train its overrun. I fought like its not the only one.. Why could you go, where could you stay,.
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.
All my life been stared. Oh, the misery and pain. Finally I've stood and dared. Like I'd been here to stay. . This is for neverending. No more weak to come.
I can se it in the way she smiles. It's in the way she laughs (of you). No time for those denials; I know that she's in love with you. She didn't mean you harm when she tried to break your arm.
Now the faces that stood with me yesterday, are. convicting and pushing me away, sinner little smile. slowly turns to wicked laugh, bloody hands hiding and.