I'm on fire, close to the water. And I'll be saved again. Staring at the ocean, over and over. Will I ever see them again?. . Why'd they leave so soon?.
Wasting time. It's over and ended. Wasting time. We deserve. Hold that line. They ask us in safety. Hold that line when we talk. . I can see the headlights and pavements.
Scattered seeds and breaking storms. Won't make a decent lie for you. Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs. Step by step and I don't need this.
promise you ... all you want. I'm telling you ... all you want. I'm asking for ... all you've got. I steal your soul in front of you. believe the lies ... all you want.
In the black and white, you're wounds all bound. Sitting at the table, you're biting nails all short. We to the consequence of adultery. Well as he rips you from your skin.
Your fucking rules mean shit to me. I want no part of this society. Punx and Skins are treated like shit. We're gonna rise up from out of the pit. . We're the ones who make the noise.
Steal this night away. So that we're not waiting. The feeling in my gut. Makes my head ache. And the feeling that i get. Walking downstairs. The feelings of surprise.
Broken window, graffiti on the walls. Fear on peoples faces. Afraid to walk the streets today. To get beaten up in this insane nation. . Gangs on the corner.
Maybe I'm a pessimist. What if all the gray clouds in the sky. Would follow me home tonight?. . Maybe I'm an atheist. What if there's no God waiting to meet me.
punks and skins. together here tonight. not a wardance. not a fight. face the music. the engine, the deal. open up. for the power you feel. . [Chorus:].
Revealing your desire, upon these ashes. In your fear, it will swallow the river that divides. . There's no life in here at all. To seek this self decay.
I'm walking down the street. to hang out with my friends. we're having lot's of fun. wish this would never end. We're getting thirsty. and we wanna get some beer.
Wondering why it's all so boring. Suicide, confusion all around. No pub you feel home, no records to please you. You're strangled by the crowd, there's no fucking way out.
No matter where you go. Theyll fucking tie you down. And bleed you from your wrists. (Bleed you from your wrists). . Well, its better that we leave. Leave it this way.
Growing old around these streets. Well, never really felt quite like, like anything. Expect nothing and have the chance. To really go somewhere that you can't.
I can hear some punkrockmusic. Good vibrations in my ears. Now the boring times are gone. We party with the punks who are here. . Alcohol is in my head.
YOU SEE THIS MAN IN A PUB, He looks pretty upset. You know he's upto something corse his face is turning red. He takes a hudge hand-grenade and puts it in your mouth.
Tied, tied to the testing of wills. Where my heart, where my heart breaks. And spills, left to the sight of the sky. In your arms, in your arms I'm. .
I can't believe it but I guess it's true. Have you got nothing else to do. You're sick in the head and obsessive too. I've had enough of you. . You follow me around.