Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band. Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head. Nobody to answer to. No rules to compromise.
One time a long time ago on a mountain in Switzerland yolololo. There lived a fair young maiden lovely but lonely yohohoho. Day by the day she'd pine her heart away yololololadylay cause no love came her way.
Everybody's talkin' at me. I don't hear a word they're sayin'. Only the echoes of my mind. . People stopping, staring. I can't see their faces. Only the shadows of their eyes.
Just the other day I threw the trash through Rony's window. Pissed on the wall of the 5th St. precinct. Ran around screaming LOUD FAST RULES! Ain't that the truth.
Every which-a-way I go. And every which-a-way I turn, I seem to be. Lookin' for a love I never, never find. Fightin' back pain and misery. . One day my love run away.
Riot! Riot! Riot! C'mon let's go [x3]. . Just today like any other day. Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say?. Fuck their peace, fuck what they have to say.
If I had another chance tonight. I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right. If I had another chance tonight. I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right.
England swings like a pendulum do. Bobbies on bicycles, two by two. Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben. The rosy-red cheeks of the little children.
What's that playing on the radio? On the radio, on the radio. . I hear the music blasting from across the hall. It drives me crazy I can't take it anymore.
Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line. How much farther back did she get off?. Old brown suitcase that she carried, I've looked for it everywhere, it.
City streets full of anger. Broken bottles and gentrification. You don't know were you fit any longer. . Opprotunities have faded away. Making needs to stay alive.
Engine, engine number nine. Comin' down the railroad line. How much farther back did she get off?. Old brown suitcase that she carried. I've looked for it everywhere, it.
Engine, engine number nine,. Comin down the railroad line,. How much farther back did she get off?. Old brown suitcase that she carried,. I've looked for it everywhere, it.
It all went wrong. Where's it all gone. Where'd it all go?. . Outraged on Avenue C. Thinking back on how it used to be. What's built up has been knocked down.
l laughed it off when she left, l said she'd come back again. Don't we all have the right to be wrong now and then. . She won't come home, says her love will never be mine again.
I wanna feel again. I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD!. I wanna bleed again. I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD!. . Breaking glass in the burning nights. No, it's not an illusion.
I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting. Seems to me I'm always in the blame. . Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed.
l laughed it off when she left. l said she'd come back again. Don't we all have the right. To be wrong now and then. . She won't come home. She says her love will never be mine again.
Summer punks on Avenue B. Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me. Their gutter smell offends me. Who made it cool to live in poverty?. . On the beat, cop'ers running the street.
I hear tell you're doin' well. Good thing have come to you. I wish I had your happiness. And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do.