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!.
She takes her happy pills. They keep her happy. Is everybody here on drugs?. . Mad cows like bumble bees. With chemistry degrees. Is everybody here on drugs?.
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.
It could've been different if I sang the song I sung so long ago. And now I'm feeling like I'm stuck in slow motion again. But all I've got is time, running around in circles.
Deffrwch Cymry cysglyd y gân. dwfn yw'r gwendid. bychan yw y fflam. Creulon yw'r cynhaef. ond per yw'r dôn. 'Da' alaw'r alarch unig. yn fy mron. Every day when I wake up.
I was foreseen. Think of means to pass the light. I cant get to her. Can you teach me how to come?. Can you teach me how?. Hold a. Till new year comes another stunt.
Mostly I'm an optimist. Bore my bad news and still persist. Goin' on about my problems, say. What's wrong with our world today?. . It may sound funny but I give you all my money.
' 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.
You ran out of stories and the night is long. Like the iciest winter we struggle, the bond is gone. Traps sprung in conversation. And your silence is welcome.
I am no fool.... Fools are not cool.... Thats why i not one.... I got hit with a gun.... But it was very fun.... . I AINT NO FOOL!. FOOLS ALWAYS DROOL!.
I got no cash, got no girl,. but I got the world in the palm of my hand. and I don't care if you care or if you understand. because i'm a little kid and I've got little problems.
But she only came to gloat. It stuck right there in my throat. How she loved to turn the screw. And leave you feel indebted to her fantasies and views.
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.
You will have the faith. And you will have the power. And you all shall kneel down before me. I am the new god. Touch my hand and I shall save your soul.
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.
Back again, where did you stray?. No hands salute the change. If you glance then look the other way. Not even success would sway your reasons. He was a favourite friend of mine.
People always asking me what's the right time.. But since when did believing in love become a crime. The silly words that come tumbling out.. But there's this boy that's got me singing about..
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . 1 A.M. AND ALL AIN'T WELL. JUST GOES TO SHOW LORD YOU JUST CANT TELL. I NEED SOMEONE TO EASE MY PAIN. SOOTHE MY SOUL AND ERASE YOUR NAME.
There's a lot of things.. I wanna talk about.. But there's a lot of things.. I couldn't live without oh out.. There's a lot of things.. That I don't want to know..