Backstreet kids, no future in sight. Backstreet kids, can't see no light. Backstreet kids, no money too. Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do?. . Chorus:.
magnified fear stares back the mirror reflect. depravity the shadow cast a feeling of ill harmony so crisp the famines. itch a withering shoreline tears of grey interspersed with withered fruit.
Image of my soul. Confusing. Made into something. . I know the sea. I must throw it away. No one is safe. In this sunlit today. . So let's just pray. So let's just pray.
Back with a bang now!. . Do you remember in summer back in 1978?. When they reckoned that the skinheads' days were numbered. And the papers dripped with liquid hate.
Outside it's freezing. Inside it's cold. No one to keep me warm. My bones are old. All day the cold stays. And someday I won't wait. . Sunshine inject my mind warm me.
I don't like papers, reading books. Gettin' sick, think it sucks. I don't wanna listen to another word. I'm so bleedin' bored. . Chorus:. I'm anti-social.
(not much need) distraught wake up in sweat. something is very different no water hot or cold walk out in the street. greet the morning gun battles needless no need to understand in.
You're wondering how you'll make it through the day. Pack your bag and then you'll get up on your way. . Chorus:. Once you had the money baby, and you didn't have to steal.
I'm a skate- I'm a skate-?. One must believe in. . Alter their image. . Turn against ripping poles. . In a tatter you shivered cold. No longer feeling.
Another Monday morning, another day. Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay. . Chorus:. Like working from nine till five. Making a mess of my mind.
This fades into all that you say. Up in, it's all mine. A virgin to the sound of today. We all shine. . Stand up, stretch your mind. We're living in a summer song.
Come to. I need to feel. You bore me too. When you sleep too long. . Strange house. Same day. . When will you fall upon your face?. When will you fall upon your face?.
All the counselors, in Blackpool. With their poxy cars, can just fuck off. You're much too old, to persecute us. Bet your sick about the local publicity huh? Thank you!.
Searching for home left all alone. Life's on a stroll, love comes and goes. When will it end? Nobody knows. I chose my road, I know I'm a long way from home.
level edge backs against the ledge no knives the stone hard eyes without the longing or. fear that it would disappear they cling on nuturing never ending obsessions on the table.
I'm defensive never questioned. I commit to no direction. I won't break down into weakness. If it feels good, it's a sickness. . I won't give up until the blood soaks my fingers.
Skinny Puppy. . [0:02] Let's get things nice and sparkling clean.. . [0:07] It's part of the New Way.. . [0:10] This conversation can serve no purpose anymore....
We choose skin to refine. It shows in good time. . Rake it, you cut inside of me. Grind it, you pick apart again. (Boy). Fight it, you never 'sume to face.
Fuck, stupid, one, two, three. Four, five, six, seven, eight, go. . Everyone really knows you. Secrets show to the real you. Impress us, still just hide.