Red suns burning slow. inside the night, soft whispers echo. tides of darkness flowing like stars. crimson colours, paint our hearts. behold the sky so distant and bright..
A man came by this evening. Dancing like a puppet on his strings. He spoke of engineering. It's obvious, he'd never built a thing. . I had to smile and think a while.
In the VIP chillin',. Grey Goose chillin',. ice game chillin',. but ya know I'd give it all to be chillin' with herrrr,. chillin' with herrrrrrr (x3).
Leaves are fallen, times have passed by, pitch black moon stares from the sky. Coldness emerge with the night, im wandering in dreamland of my own mind.
Blood red romance. . I guess your words. Still tire me out. What was said. Cannot be found. I guess im first. But yet found last. I tried. . Chorus:. .
Some may want to say that were killers. But we do what we must. And we feel we are just. Cutting off the head of the imperial serpent. Taking back the land for the hands.
oi oi oi!. we are the fuckin' punx the the fuckin' streets. we are the fuckin' punx that make u get down on ur knees. u wanna fuck with us well we will meet you on the streets.
When they look around and they will look around. They'll be without the kind of things we lex about. Do with background inventions for one last glimpse to the real.
Your life is so narrow, so is your mind. You think you are something?...`cause you`re not. . You live your bitter life day by day. Never reaching anything real, anything lasting.
[Chorus]. Baby I'm not usually a shy dude. and I know we use to date in high school. no more. It's just a little something that I wrote. love letter just a little love letter.
I've got some fat to loose. And something else too. I never knew the rules. Because I've never had a girlfriend. I suppose I've got a lot to learn. I don't know anything.
Well, I know I shouldn't care. But I do and I don't and I always crack a smile. When I see your punk rock clothes. And you try, try but you never fit in.
We're heading off to Europe for another fucking tour. Jacko in Scottland, can't understand a fucking word. No money in our pockets playing for the English punx.
Now, his intentions unfold, they're not what they seem. He only wants to take control. Boy, is he selling you loads, all you do is conceive. Grant him his black-eyed fantasy.
I'm all alone now, check it out. Me and you should take a vacay. I got a plan now, we're going out. Save your whining for another day. . Here's the thing I wanna talk about.
You, you try, you try to get by. You're never going to pull it off. You shouldn't even try. You're a wet cigarette, you're always second best. But they're never going to give a shit.
Northern landscape. Calm freezing night. Demons in this black sky. The shadow ends or my life falls. . Breaking out, chosen soulfire. And so essential.
Listen up. 'cause I've got something to say?. Pay attention. We will show you the way?. A second childhood for the weekend is our ambition.. Forgetting what it was we were born to be; it's a competition..
American neurosis breeds a generation. Full of idiots to control and lack of education. . NO SOLUTION - NO CONTROL. . Store bought fixations. good at spending money but poor in conversation.
Play catch with your bait, leave it late, it don't matter. Play catch with your bait, leave it late, it don't matter. . Beautiful sailor. Beautiful son.