Terrorist kill in the name of God. Is this the same God we learn to trust?. Who shall we blame for all the hate today?. Is it the church or this fuckin' state?.
DO YOU WANNA GO TO HEAVEN. FROM BROADWAY MUSICAL "BIG RIVER". Writer Roger Miller. . Looka Huck, do you wanna go to heaven. Do you wanna go to Heaven.
Disco man dressed in white. Ladies on the left and ladies on the right. Drives a T-bar top car all around the town. Disco man sure gets around. . Disco man you'll go far.
Spring of '81 - Summer '82. Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you?. Fall of '83 - Winter '84. Infiltrated us, tried to take it all. Where were you when I had no bed?.
Smoke clears out in the aftermath. War torn city, leave the wreckage in my path. Charges set off, lighting up the sky. Send an S.O.S. but they brought me here to die.
Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this night. Dear heart, it seems like a year since you went out of my sight. A single room, a table for one, it's a lonesome town, alright.
I wanna kick some heads in. I wanna running riot. I'm feeling loud and proud. Ready for a fight - LET'S GO!. . Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box of matches.
She watches the soaps and pins all her hopes and her dreams. She lets her mind drift with the scripts that unfold on the screen. . She can't live like they live but each day she sits there and tries.
I was the words and you were the music. We were a song, sung out of tune. There is a light that brightens the night-time. Ah but there's a dark side of the moon.
I don't like you!. . Fuck you, I hate you. Fuck off! fuck you!. . Don't wanna be part of your order. Wanna play in my street punk band. Playing loud music.
Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail. I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs. Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way.
See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still. Like an echo of an age long forgotten. There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones.
Chaos on the streets. What a price to pay for glory. Loud, proud, and punk. Just another East Side Story. . 1 to start the fight. 3 to do it right. Bottle to the head.
Well, here I sit high, gettin' ideas. Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this. Out all night and runnin' wild. Woman sittin' home with a month-old child.
l'm a two pack a day man, smoke like a fiend. Like a burned out bearing in a bad machine. l can't breath in the morning 'til l get myself a cigarette lit.
I'm a two pack a day man, smoke like a fiend. Like a burned out bearing in a bad machine. I can't breath in the morning 'til l get myself a cigarette lit.
You're the greatest gal this boys ever had. Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks. Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you. A fool would I be to lose you.
Riding the sky, easy to fly. Oh, on a lovely crystal day. Kicking the sun, watching it run. Gee what a lovely crystal day. . Rainbows up here. blows through your hais.
Don't wanna be with you. Don't want, don't wanna know you. You can't believe it's true. It's true I'm so over you. . I'm done giving to you. That's that, I'm so tired of your!.
A riot boy I just don't give a shit. Wasting your time I ain't listening. PC punks fuck off! Shove your fuckin dove. Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit in your face.