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.
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . WHISPERING SWEET NOTHINGS. INTO THE VIRGIN EAR. WADING THROUGH THE SHALLOW WATER. CANT SEE MYSELF SO CLEAR. [ PRE-CHORUS ]. A THOUSAND PROMISES AND LIES.
I'm cured, hurrah. I never thought it would be this easy. Cured, bizarre. How abstinence can wipe the slate clean. . I'm through with that. It ain't my time, I'm rewarded poorly.
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.
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO WITH THE KIDS THESE DAYS. DRUNK AT 13 BY 11 THEY RE LAID. THINK IT HAS TO DO WITH SOCIETY. SHAPING THEIR OPINION OF WHAT THEIR MORALS SHOULD BE.
I put horses' heads in people's beds. 'Cause I am the mob. When duty calls gonna bust some balls. 'Cause I am the mob. . Don't try and tell me it's not one for the money.
That dripping faucet is killing me but I can't move. I'm still asleep and thinking of those dreamy hollow nights. Who were they to say what was wrong or right?.
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.
Id rather not go where the people I know. Have no hooks to hang from. Now she wears fake fur, its speaking volumes for her. Its a freak-show for mother nature.
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.
gyda gwn, o glust i glust,. fe oedd y cyntaf i basio'r pyst. mi roedd o'n hawdd, yn hollol naturiol. roedd rhai yn ei alw o'n ff'l. ond doedd ysteried byth yn dal o n'l.
I hated high school. All the jocks and Barbie dolls. So I joined the punk scene. To get away from it all. It seems that now days. There's no escape from it all.
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . NEVER ENDING NOONES BENDING. SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE. ONE LAST CHANCE TO BREED YOUR DEATH. FOR ONE LAST CHANCE TO LIVE. YOUR FILTHY NEED TO FEED THE GREED.
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . WITH A PROMISE AND A PRAYER. AND A SPARKLE IN HIS EYE. HE GOES TO WORK EVERYDAY. BUT HES BARELY GETTING BY. AND AT THE END OF THE WEEK.
Gyda gwen o glust i glust, fe oedd y cyntaf i basio'r pyst. Mi roedd o'n hawdd.... yn hollol naturiol. Roedd rhai yn ei alw o'n ffol. Dud doedd ystyried byth yn dat o nol.
They all say they're worth it now. Then you go and sell yourselves. Go and watch some House of Rock. Only hear some "Blah Blah Blah". . Rock and Roll Kids dancing.
Don't forget just how we got here. We've built this on the backs of the unrewarded. They saved their sacrifice and died a fruitless death. . So, with my dying breath, I beseech you.
A dead loss, no songs, no fun, just glum. Lying next to someone. So don't mention the war, don't question. Where we stand or where we fall. . North, south, east where's best?.
Riot!. Riots in our cities fucking Riots at your schools. Riots in this country we fucking Riot just for you. Riot! Riot! Riot! Riot!. Riots in your city fucking Riots at your schools.