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| + | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
| + | ===== Lower Class Brats ===== | ||
| + | ==== Who writes your rules... ==== | ||
| + | They come in | ||
| + | droves trying to look mean | ||
| + | Fake blue dreads &; tey're wearing baggy jeans | ||
| + | They thnk they' | ||
| + | But we know better, they' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Who writes your rules for rebellion? | ||
| + | You'll buy anything that they' | ||
| + | Who writes your rules, who writes your rules? | ||
| + | Who writes your rules for rebellion? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Standing on the streets begging for my loot | ||
| + | I won't give you nothing except for my boot | ||
| + | Scream "Fuck the system" | ||
| + | Look at yourself man you're lookin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | You're trendy fucks, you're hippies with spikes | ||
| + | You're everything I hate &; nothing I like | ||
| + | You know everything &; you're only 16 | ||
| + | Clame to be punks but you don't support the scene | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Safety pinned &; sick ==== | ||
| + | People come up to | ||
| + | me every day | ||
| + | They ask me why I dress this way | ||
| + | They don't know what to say | ||
| + | When I spit on them &; walk away | ||
| + | |||
| + | I wanna stay safety pinned | ||
| + | Safety pinned &; sick | ||
| + | Safety pinned &;... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guess I've always lived on the run | ||
| + | Lived my life like a loaded gun | ||
| + | With a quest to have fun | ||
| + | Guess I'm just a terminal Orphan | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Riot in hyde park ==== | ||
| + | 43rd &; Speedway' | ||
| + | goin' up in flames | ||
| + | The kids are pissed, they' | ||
| + | Lefty hippies in brand new cars | ||
| + | Get in line, we're givin' out scars | ||
| + | |||
| + | You better lock your doors after dark | ||
| + | The kid's are about to make their mark | ||
| + | Wildfires burn from a spark | ||
| + | Let's go start a riot in Hyde Park | ||
| + | I'm lookin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Don't fight back or you will lose | ||
| + | We're taking over the avenues | ||
| + | Runnin' | ||
| + | Tonight' | ||
| + | |||
| + | They' | ||
| + | Hiding in the shadows away from the cops | ||
| + | Bats in their hands &; clenched fists | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Do it again ==== | ||
| + | Let's go out &; | ||
| + | cause some troble | ||
| + | You're among friends so don't be humble | ||
| + | Let's go live life on the edge | ||
| + | And not give a shit what anyone says | ||
| + | |||
| + | Smash it up | ||
| + | Break it down | ||
| + | Turn it on | ||
| + | Spin it around | ||
| + | Throw it sideways | ||
| + | Pull it in | ||
| + | Push it out | ||
| + | Let's do it again | ||
| + | |||
| + | Let's go out &; speek our minds | ||
| + | Let's lead the pack &; not fall behind | ||
| + | We'll always stand up tall &; straight | ||
| + | Feed off our pride &; not our hate | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== There' | ||
| + | You're always | ||
| + | talking at me | ||
| + | I can't hear what your sayin' | ||
| + | You say you know all the songs | ||
| + | But you don't know what we're playin' | ||
| + | You say that you " | ||
| + | But you never listen | ||
| + | You say you've seen it all | ||
| + | But there' | ||
| + | T.V. Punks you know all About | ||
| + | Who prance around shout | ||
| + | Picture perfect post card bums | ||
| + | who know how to pout | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | You'll never understand | ||
| + | You just wanna be a singer in an alternative band | ||
| + | You write your critiques about us | ||
| + | But you never read | ||
| + | You think it's dead &; dried up | ||
| + | Cuz you weren' | ||
| + | You want to be one of us | ||
| + | But you never will | ||
| + | You want to understand | ||
| + | But deep waters are still | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Background Music ==== | ||
| + | Kids on the | ||
| + | streets doin' what we do best | ||
| + | Runnin' | ||
| + | Killin' | ||
| + | Don't you know it's us, we're gonna run this land | ||
| + | Skins &; Punks, a runnin' | ||
| + | Skins &; Punks, knowin' | ||
| + | Skins &; Punks, we're always gettin' | ||
| + | Skins &; Punk, We're all in the same | ||
| + | We're not playing background music for all your fuckin fights | ||
| + | If we wanna go anywhere we gotta learn to unite | ||
| + | We're all here for the same reason, | ||
| + | Oi! Oi! havin' a laugh | ||
| + | We've gotta start movin' forward, | ||
| + | not be knocked back in the past | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Orphans Don't Run ==== | ||
| + | They laugh at us | ||
| + | when we | ||
| + | Walk down the streets | ||
| + | Ten of them with weapons | ||
| + | Man we're gonna get beat because | ||
| + | Chorus: | ||
| + | Orphans don't run from no one | ||
| + | That's what we say | ||
| + | Orphans don't run from no one | ||
| + | We ain't going away | ||
| + | When you come into our parts | ||
| + | You better watch your step | ||
| + | We just hang out &; get drunk | ||
| + | Bur man we've got a rep. because | ||
| + | Get into a rumble and | ||
| + | Someone' | ||
| + | It might end up bein' us | ||
| + | But we gotta protect our turf because | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Start the Night ==== | ||
| + | I just spent 8 | ||
| + | hours in hell | ||
| + | Just to attempt to pay my bills | ||
| + | And I can't seem to take it anymore | ||
| + | My feet hurt my back is bent | ||
| + | Just to attempt to pay my rent | ||
| + | But they' | ||
| + | Chorus: | ||
| + | Come on down now | ||
| + | Let's hang out now | ||
| + | I feel alright | ||
| + | Come on down now | ||
| + | Let's hang out now | ||
| + | Let's start the night | ||
| + | I'll tell my boss to kiss my ass | ||
| + | A middle finger from the working class | ||
| + | Then tell him that I demand a raise | ||
| + | We've all been down that road before | ||
| + | For $5.00 and hour you're a whore | ||
| + | But the day is done so let's go out and play | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Ultra Violence ==== | ||
| + | Four young strong | ||
| + | Chelloveks | ||
| + | Fighting hard for their kicks | ||
| + | Come on down have a drink on us | ||
| + | A nice tall glass of Moloko Plus | ||
| + | Chorus: | ||
| + | Now it's time for a bit of the old | ||
| + | Ultra Violence | ||
| + | Let's go out for a ride | ||
| + | In my Durango 95 | ||
| + | I know just the place to go | ||
| + | Everything' | ||
| + | I think I need some ol' in-out | ||
| + | I need to find a Devotchka now | ||
| + | Before you know it your life is torn | ||
| + | When you live in a Clockwork Orange | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Addicted to Oi! ==== | ||
| + | You know, everyone | ||
| + | we know | ||
| + | They all have their own drug | ||
| + | Mine just happens to be punk music | ||
| + | And drinkin' | ||
| + | Chorus: | ||
| + | Cuz I, I, I, | ||
| + | I'm addicted to Oi! | ||
| + | I'm addicted to it | ||
| + | With it I leave my troubles behind | ||
| + | My problems are all gone | ||
| + | I just scream &; shout with my mates | ||
| + | And Pogo all night long | ||
| + | If you think you can handle this | ||
| + | Come with us you've made a friend | ||
| + | Cuz we're the youth &; these are the streets | ||
| + | And it will never end | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== The Process ==== | ||
| + | When your boss | ||
| + | wants to give you the boot | ||
| + | Goddamn fucker that wear the suit | ||
| + | There aint one that's good on this earth | ||
| + | Cuz they never wanna pay you what you're worth | ||
| + | Chorus: | ||
| + | And it's called the process | ||
| + | The process of weeding out | ||
| + | It makes me wanna fuckin' | ||
| + | And it makes me wanna shout | ||
| + | Life's too short | ||
| + | To be treated like shit | ||
| + | So you stand up &; scream "Fuck you, I quit" | ||
| + | Now looking for a job puts you in the wrong | ||
| + | But that what the bastard wanted all along | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Bite the Bullet ==== | ||
| + | When your feelin' | ||
| + | down | ||
| + | For you I'll be around | ||
| + | It's not hard to see | ||
| + | To believe in solidarity | ||
| + | Cuz you're my friend | ||
| + | You are my family | ||
| + | Sometimes life is strange | ||
| + | And you get rearranged | ||
| + | And when you're in the brink | ||
| + | You gotta stop and think | ||
| + | You better start swimmin' | ||
| + | Or your gonna sink | ||
| + | Money ain't heaven sent | ||
| + | When you can't pay your rent | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | That's bite the bullet | ||
| + | And we'll see it through | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Clockwork Fuse ==== | ||
| + | Got my bowler on I | ||
| + | feel so fine | ||
| + | We've been waitin' | ||
| + | Steel-cap boots &; a smirk on my face | ||
| + | Out of our way we're tearing down this place | ||
| + | We aint' got a whole lot to lose | ||
| + | Light us up &; that the abuse | ||
| + | We're just another clockwork fuse | ||
| + | Light us up &; take the abuse | ||
| + | I'm with my friends I feel alright | ||
| + | Gotta get ready to start the night | ||
| + | If you look you'll find us here | ||
| + | We'll be the ones with a wrench in the gear | ||
| + | We ain't got a whole lot to lose | ||
| + | Light us up and take the abuse | ||