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+ | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
+ | ===== Oxymoron ===== | ||
+ | ==== Alive Or Dead (Fuck you) ==== | ||
+ | You ain´t like us but you try to be | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake you´re a joke, you are nothing like me | ||
+ | see no spirit behind the sound you play | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | It´s still our music you abuse | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | it´s our way of life that you misuse | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the dole, on parole - but not selling out, alive or dead | ||
+ | we won´t sell our soul for a faggy rock´n´roll career | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is the way we feel | ||
+ | this band´s for now and real | ||
+ | |||
+ | We´re seeing you through | ||
+ | and your intentions ain´t true | ||
+ | so fuck you, fuck you | ||
+ | if I was in your way | ||
+ | you would bury me alive or dead | ||
+ | You could hear our vows | ||
+ | if you came to our shows | ||
+ | singing fuck you, fuck you | ||
+ | there´s too many of you yet | ||
+ | and you´re full of shit | ||
+ | |||
+ | The bandwagon´s jumped on – there´s one ahead | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | yoú´ll be gone as fast as your name was spread | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | |||
+ | You´d play jazz tomorrow if that was hip | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | five minute fashion´s stardom trip | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | there´s no place among us if you wanna get | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake.. | ||
+ | just a famous rockstar, alive or dead | ||
+ | ...you´re a fake... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Anti ==== | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | pressure braking down on me | ||
+ | But I'm fed up, full of disdain | ||
+ | Law and Order - just an empty phrase | ||
+ | I'm antisocial cause I have it my own way | ||
+ | |||
+ | No survival if you ignore their dictates | ||
+ | I've got no idol and my god is me | ||
+ | All this mess-up has blown my fuse | ||
+ | So call me a rebell or a living abuse | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm Anti - fashion | ||
+ | Anti - religion | ||
+ | Anti - police | ||
+ | And Anti - system | ||
+ | Anti - commercial | ||
+ | Anti - prison | ||
+ | Anti - everything | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Armageddon Now ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The day has come which was foretold in the revelation | ||
+ | What have you done? You've brought on the annihilation | ||
+ | With bombs and warmachines, | ||
+ | Your time is - up wake up and die | ||
+ | |||
+ | The case occured you never thought to ever happen | ||
+ | So we'll all die for your all greedy acts and creations | ||
+ | It´s been a grave mistake to take yourself for great | ||
+ | Now you have to face the judgement day | ||
+ | |||
+ | Chaos reigns, the mass freak out | ||
+ | Come on, it's the final hour called the armageddon | ||
+ | Horror scenes you see around | ||
+ | Witness now the vast breakdown - Armageddon now | ||
+ | |||
+ | The world is dying, it was proclaimed and now it's present | ||
+ | The seven sings get obvious but you never listened | ||
+ | We've all made up our minds to what will come someday | ||
+ | Now watch your seed and wave good-bye | ||
+ | |||
+ | You didn't pay attention to this admonition | ||
+ | The end is near, you've brought on the annihilation | ||
+ | With greed and reckless games you've caused the world' | ||
+ | ...wake up and die | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Beware, Poisonous! ==== | ||
+ | A glaring plague | ||
+ | warned of peril. | ||
+ | The city's lying in exhalation. | ||
+ | All people killed by dioxine. | ||
+ | Radioactive contamination, | ||
+ | poisonous crap wherever you glance. | ||
+ | You can't afford to be affected, | ||
+ | poisonous crap inside of their heads. | ||
+ | Drives 'em into fucked up actions. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Poison all yourselves you body. | ||
+ | Beware, beware, there' | ||
+ | Beware, beware, it's gonna be a state affair. | ||
+ | Beware, beware, there' | ||
+ | Beware, beware, beware, poisonous outside. | ||
+ | |||
+ | A punky band is prodding uproar. | ||
+ | Beware of their poisonous slogans. | ||
+ | They spill their hatred, just look out there. | ||
+ | The youth gets spoiled by vandalism. | ||
+ | Every page another lie. | ||
+ | It's propaganda and deception. | ||
+ | To poison- poison- poison your brain. | ||
+ | And let them keep on pulling the strings. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Big Brother ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | he's the ghost behind the scenes | ||
+ | a nightmare born by modern times | ||
+ | different faces, various places | ||
+ | you're never really sure if he's around | ||
+ | he's so insidious | ||
+ | watch your steps | ||
+ | wings familiar though surreal | ||
+ | he's made of ice they' | ||
+ | the brave new world you warned us of | ||
+ | turned out to be right in front of our doors | ||
+ | stomping boots | ||
+ | watch out droogs | ||
+ | |||
+ | watch out what you do our big brother keeps you in view | ||
+ | watch out what you do our big brother keeps his eyes on you | ||
+ | the terrorists are sharpened up | ||
+ | ike lurid visions in the dark | ||
+ | they' | ||
+ | while watchful eyes observe the file | ||
+ | they' | ||
+ | watch out droogs | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Bigmouth ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Your cult is dead, that´s what I believe | ||
+ | but I have got no words of grief | ||
+ | it´s gonna show now of what you´re made | ||
+ | When the going gets tough the tough get going | ||
+ | while the rest keep on dick-blowing | ||
+ | cause any arsehole can pose a night | ||
+ | |||
+ | I´ve got an aim - honest and true o.k. | ||
+ | I´ve got a cause - pushing me on all day | ||
+ | No hippie fuck mentality | ||
+ | cause in the real world dog eats dog anyway | ||
+ | |||
+ | Mouth so big and ass so tight | ||
+ | but no ounce of balls behind | ||
+ | it´s a shame you walk upright | ||
+ | Words don´t hide hypocrisy | ||
+ | your true colours I can see | ||
+ | a real nightmare scenery | ||
+ | |||
+ | show time – that´s all you are to me | ||
+ | show time - heroes in fantasy | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get down... | ||
+ | All your fuss won´t help succeed | ||
+ | cos it cuts no ice with me | ||
+ | if something bothers you just turn away | ||
+ | You´re just a fool... | ||
+ | You lack the punch and backbone needed | ||
+ | bending things if you can´t beat them | ||
+ | Yeah, just a boaster who´s playing tough guy | ||
+ | |||
+ | I´ve got a faith - but not in what you say | ||
+ | I´ve got a feel - stronger than dynamite | ||
+ | I gotta choose the other way | ||
+ | cause your weird shit doesn´t work out anyway | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Black Cats ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shadowlike they haunt me at night | ||
+ | Horrible dreams to grab my sleep | ||
+ | Whatever I do, wherever I go | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | |||
+ | If these turn up there ain't no joy | ||
+ | All I can's detroy | ||
+ | If these turn up there ain't no joy | ||
+ | Nothing works to scare 'em away | ||
+ | |||
+ | Black cats, black cats | ||
+ | Always getting in my vision | ||
+ | Black cats,black cats | ||
+ | An evil omen - Black cats | ||
+ | |||
+ | Stumbling through the streets at night | ||
+ | I was overcome again by this bothersome plague | ||
+ | It didn't come off it's over now | ||
+ | This was the final show | ||
+ | If these turn up there ain't no joy | ||
+ | All I can's detroy | ||
+ | If these turn up there ain't no joy | ||
+ | Nothing works to scare 'em away | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Bleed ==== | ||
+ | Once the king you | ||
+ | bro' | ||
+ | You tried to make it on the borderline | ||
+ | Now I can't help you treating you with deep disgust | ||
+ | Cause too much set me wondering in past | ||
+ | |||
+ | You don't stick to what you say at all | ||
+ | But now your lies are catching up with you | ||
+ | I can't see no friendship beneath your facade | ||
+ | Your true intentions are to feed your pride | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bleed | ||
+ | you're a liar | ||
+ | go away | ||
+ | you're a shame to me | ||
+ | |||
+ | Your game is slyly played, but at what a stake | ||
+ | Friends ain't toys to play with as you like | ||
+ | Spin' | ||
+ | Will it ever get stuck in your throat? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Bondage ==== | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | living in my head | ||
+ | The fault is you - I'm embarressed left for dead | ||
+ | Feel like a heeler, I lie down put in chains | ||
+ | I was to start but you got it in my way | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'cause I don't need you | ||
+ | I'm living on a cruel dope | ||
+ | |||
+ | There is a jock living in my head | ||
+ | I can't get rid off ot and it drives me mad | ||
+ | It all began when I first saw your face | ||
+ | I couldn' | ||
+ | The whole affair turns into a suicide squad | ||
+ | Obscenity attracts me, extremely odd | ||
+ | As slave you can't decide what's wrong or right | ||
+ | The lacc whips on - Pervert for a day | ||
+ | |||
+ | Anti Bondage, Anti Bondage | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Bored And Violent ==== | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | coming up, trouble on the streets. | ||
+ | Gangs are taking over, but where will this lead? | ||
+ | Do you care for their frustration, | ||
+ | The kids have no relation to your mode. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The same like back in ' | ||
+ | bored and full of violence, | ||
+ | can't you see in fact what's going on. | ||
+ | It started off in '77, | ||
+ | when the kids got up together. | ||
+ | Discipline gets nowhere but to hatred. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yellow press rack their brains over who's to blame. | ||
+ | Ain't the message obvious, what do you mean? | ||
+ | Or is all the increasing outrage just a joke? | ||
+ | But how come your prisons are packed, ain't this odd? | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | The youth don't put up with your silly games. | ||
+ | Do you care for their frustrations, | ||
+ | The kids have no relation to your mode. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Borstal ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now you're in a jam, | ||
+ | hold your head between your hands. | ||
+ | Clench your fist to keep your ground, | ||
+ | in a war that can't be won. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Banned to the borstal, now you're cornered. | ||
+ | Banned to the borstal, you're disordered. | ||
+ | Banned to the borstal, now you're locked away... like buried. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cry, you have no choice. | ||
+ | Punishment at any price. | ||
+ | You submit to what the wankers say, | ||
+ | just to live another day. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Open you're eyes and you'll see. | ||
+ | You're just a toy of their schemes. | ||
+ | Open your eyes and you'll see. | ||
+ | They try to prevent that you're free. | ||
+ | Now they let you down, | ||
+ | and you feel you're all alone. | ||
+ | Just the dreams of yesterday, | ||
+ | help you stand another day. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Bulletproof ==== | ||
+ | Tribal war, panic | ||
+ | on their faces | ||
+ | Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces | ||
+ | the crowd´s in shock, what´s happened here | ||
+ | a bloodshed caused by a young sick killer | ||
+ | Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game | ||
+ | |||
+ | There´s panic in the streets tonight | ||
+ | and terror rules | ||
+ | There´s panic in the streets tonight | ||
+ | while (the) death incarnate roams | ||
+ | There´s pamic in the streets tonight | ||
+ | the killer from the Graveyard High | ||
+ | There´s panic in the streets tonight | ||
+ | and terror terror terror rules | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leaden air, real guns are the right kick | ||
+ | massacre - this time without joystick | ||
+ | The blood, the shock - just temporary signs | ||
+ | and soon forgotten till the next freak strikes | ||
+ | Streets of gore - corpses are a wonted sight | ||
+ | |||
+ | The kids, the guns, the shocking truth: | ||
+ | this town´s no longer BULLET-PROOF | ||
+ | Final score - coppers 0, killers 8 | ||
+ | and nobody´s safe from murder... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== 21st Century ==== | ||
+ | Let´s gratify your | ||
+ | inmost desires | ||
+ | click it on – that´s all you must do | ||
+ | and right on your screen there´s porno queens, | ||
+ | all the rest you´ve dreamed of, too. | ||
+ | Or check (out) the ultimative site where your need´s satisfied | ||
+ | is this a brave new world for you | ||
+ | while there´s the KKK and a(nother) fascist regime | ||
+ | lurking out there still next door | ||
+ | |||
+ | In their factory of lies (Luck´s for sale) | ||
+ | luck´s for sale low price (Luck´s for sale) | ||
+ | trouble-free and multi-coloured | ||
+ | your chance, you wannabe | ||
+ | ... this is the 21st CENTURY | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Now) you can run free all fantasies | ||
+ | no more boundaries left for you | ||
+ | Get off on all kinds of perverties | ||
+ | and a death cell web cam, too. | ||
+ | What a glorious life, it´s so easy and safe | ||
+ | as anonymous voyeur | ||
+ | but it´s all bollocks to me I´d like to smash my TV | ||
+ | let alone the ads they show | ||
+ | |||
+ | In their factory of lies | ||
+ | everything´s so multi-coloured | ||
+ | A consumer´s paradise | ||
+ | who thinks of poverty | ||
+ | 21st CENTURY | ||
+ | |||
+ | In their factory of lies | ||
+ | future´s bright and nice | ||
+ | harmless, clean and multi-coloured | ||
+ | if you wanna pay the price | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Concrete Jungle ==== | ||
+ | In the shadow of | ||
+ | the concrete giants | ||
+ | Got to live there from day to day | ||
+ | Grey cold houses have been there for too long | ||
+ | Hear the voices of the kids' | ||
+ | |||
+ | In our city grows a bomb | ||
+ | |||
+ | In this wasteland they' | ||
+ | Crammed together like rats in a cage | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Use their fucking coencrete to plug up their arses | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's the place where you're at home | ||
+ | Have grown and where you roam | ||
+ | Hell, how you hate this town | ||
+ | - this Concrete jungle | ||
+ | |||
+ | Got nowhere else to go | ||
+ | Looks like this anyhow | ||
+ | Has transformed in a ghetto | ||
+ | - this concrete jungle | ||
+ | |||
+ | The streets look desolate | ||
+ | And decay has set in there yet | ||
+ | Oh what a dreary sight | ||
+ | - this concrete jungle | ||
+ | |||
+ | Their dreams of progress | ||
+ | But the empty shells remained | ||
+ | Where the now lodge our kind | ||
+ | - this concrete jungle | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's a wastland of our days | ||
+ | Where crime and aggro rise | ||
+ | That's a fact they face | ||
+ | - this concrete jungle | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Crazy World ==== | ||
+ | Your life's so | ||
+ | weird you doubt it's real and reject it all | ||
+ | Cause years ago when you were a child no one told you so | ||
+ | Well , I know about your problem, there' | ||
+ | So don't make no secret of what you found out | ||
+ | |||
+ | C'mon, the world is crazy | ||
+ | An open loony bin | ||
+ | No walls fix the species | ||
+ | Of psychopaths within | ||
+ | ... and we're all part of it | ||
+ | |||
+ | The white coats simply draw the line for their own defense | ||
+ | Say, who defines normality and where it ends ? | ||
+ | If those they call lunatics are mental home inmates | ||
+ | Then we're just the ones in disguise | ||
+ | |||
+ | Just look around, what do you see? | ||
+ | The world is crazy, but so are we | ||
+ | You can't find out what's going wrong | ||
+ | Cause you're as well out of control | ||
+ | |||
+ | Lurking out there on the streets and wherever you go | ||
+ | A morbid world' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Crisis Identity ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | you know my mind is twisted i'm struggling for control | ||
+ | a discrepant identity but fused into a whole | ||
+ | an hour one half takes hold of me the other it is gone | ||
+ | and suddenly i'm turning crazed i'm an incalculable man | ||
+ | |||
+ | wrong or right? | ||
+ | black or white? | ||
+ | |||
+ | you see.. | ||
+ | i lost my identity | ||
+ | i'm getting schizophrenic | ||
+ | i lost my identity | ||
+ | |||
+ | two voices ride me over but both are part of me | ||
+ | i dance in daydreams on the verge of my insanity | ||
+ | inside i'm getting nervous around me i cast a glance | ||
+ | and have to watch my limbs behave as the dominant one wants | ||
+ | |||
+ | strong or weak? | ||
+ | sane or sick? | ||
+ | |||
+ | my changeable behavior withdraws from my control | ||
+ | a discrepant identity but fused into a whole | ||
+ | i'm running round in circles i'm trapped within my mind | ||
+ | each time it rises in my gut i try to oppress it but i can't | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Dawn Patrol ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | We're standing in a pub, got nothing else to do. | ||
+ | A bottle in the hand, we knocked back yet a few. | ||
+ | When everyone was pissed, there wasn't left a dime. | ||
+ | The blame was on the beer, that's flowing really fine. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now now now, out of order. | ||
+ | Now now now, beyond the border. | ||
+ | Now now now, now we're on the way. | ||
+ | Dawn patrol, fuckin' | ||
+ | Dawn patrol, we don't please them. | ||
+ | Dawn patrol, we roam 'til the dawn is gonna come. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then everything went wrong, we blame it on the beer. | ||
+ | The bouncers caught us up to throw us out of here. | ||
+ | A member of the gang was crashing on the floor. | ||
+ | Because he tried to kick the bouncer in the balls. | ||
+ | |||
+ | When on the city's border the night is coming on. | ||
+ | And all the people do withdraw into their secure homes. | ||
+ | Then on the city's border we're going on patrol. | ||
+ | We're setting out, go underground, | ||
+ | |||
+ | They really beat us up, but we were kicking back. | ||
+ | And in the end I said ' | ||
+ | We made off fast but not for a long time yet back home. | ||
+ | Because there were a lot of places left to roam. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== The Day After ==== | ||
+ | Your hangover | ||
+ | fades and the fog gives way again | ||
+ | ... you shun the light, your limbs so heavy | ||
+ | sweet memories of the previous night return | ||
+ | ... out on the piss you spent your last money | ||
+ | You´ve had a great time, a good laugh until late | ||
+ | but still there´s an urge to put something straight | ||
+ | |||
+ | The previous night some decent hours were spent | ||
+ | ... there is a face behind your blurred remains | ||
+ | and you almost hoped the height you felt would never end | ||
+ | ... the morning only spoils the memory | ||
+ | of all the feel now there´s only left a bit | ||
+ | and commonplace slowly takes the rest of it | ||
+ | |||
+ | Done some brain cells | ||
+ | ... endless barroom nights | ||
+ | ... I´m used to the old headaches | ||
+ | ... yeah, it was fine | ||
+ | so why this bitter smack that you cannot name ? | ||
+ | The day after... there´s no laughter | ||
+ | (again this time) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well, nothing you have done was to regret | ||
+ | what is it that makes you forget the fun you had? | ||
+ | you wish you could turn back the wheel of time | ||
+ | although as far as you can see you´d act the same | ||
+ | |||
+ | After all one thing remained - | ||
+ | this bitter smack you can´t explain | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Dead End Generation ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's the same old game, but you can't keep up. | ||
+ | You mouth is gonna cry, but they wanna keep it shut. | ||
+ | What do you expect in this break down age? | ||
+ | Spit out mate and give vent to your rage. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The course you're trying is a vacant lot. | ||
+ | One day soon you'll end up with a shot. | ||
+ | As a member of the dead-end youth. | ||
+ | You're sick of the games they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dead end generation - oh wake up. | ||
+ | You're just another faction - oh wake up. | ||
+ | Dead end generation - oh wake up. | ||
+ | Sick of the situation - oh wake up. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The scene is set for a marching up. | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | You won't get out if you smash your head against the wall. | ||
+ | So stand your ground and you aint gonna fall. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Don't let them kick in your head, or grind you down. | ||
+ | Spit out, give vent to your rage, and trust nobody. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Dirty Punk ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down in the town in the stinky clubs. | ||
+ | I'm pissed near a collapse, but I won't stop. | ||
+ | My hair is died, I'm a complete flop. | ||
+ | But I can't take it, man! | ||
+ | |||
+ | I was raised as a son who should get on. | ||
+ | But what has become of me, their son? | ||
+ | I'm Oi-possessed and like my way. | ||
+ | What has become of me? | ||
+ | |||
+ | I wanna be a dirty punk! | ||
+ | Studs & chains and leather braces. | ||
+ | You wanna be a dirty punk! | ||
+ | Do live fast and sod their phrases. | ||
+ | - Dirty Punk! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now heading for the welfare. | ||
+ | Run down is what you say. | ||
+ | Just watch me when I run amok, | ||
+ | and try to hide from me. | ||
+ | I never really cared 'bout what they thought. | ||
+ | I won't give in 'til I peg out. | ||
+ | 'cause I won't end up like my dad, it's sheer conformity. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down in the town in the stinky clubs. | ||
+ | I'm pissed near a collapse, but I won't stop. | ||
+ | My hair is died, I'm a complete flop. | ||
+ | But I can take it, man! | ||
+ | Was raised as a son who should get on. | ||
+ | But I rather do it on my own. | ||
+ | I'm Oi-possessed and won't conform. | ||
+ | What has become of me? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Drug Shock ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The dealer said I looked sad and bored. | ||
+ | And I should taste of his novel drug. | ||
+ | He gave me a small free sample then. | ||
+ | And I blew up the powder in my veins. | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | I've got to hear these voices shout. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Passers-by frown, but I piss on that. | ||
+ | My face distorts to a masquerade. | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | I've got to hear piercing voices shout... | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drug shock, I have to bleed. | ||
+ | Drug shock, I can't escape. | ||
+ | Drug shock, it's getting me down. | ||
+ | Drug shock, ain't good for you. | ||
+ | Drug shock, what can I do. | ||
+ | Drug shock, it's fagging me out. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The glassy stare' | ||
+ | But I never could get rid of the vice. | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | I've got to hear piercing voices shout. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Don't Call Me Cunt ==== | ||
+ | Now it´s time to | ||
+ | pull you in | ||
+ | You´re annoying me and cause some bad emotions | ||
+ | Your whole life´s a sin | ||
+ | You´re a reason why I justify abortion | ||
+ | No guts, no pride | ||
+ | only slander of a miserable mind | ||
+ | Your gossip makes you a git | ||
+ | and I see what´s at the bottom of it | ||
+ | |||
+ | Deride me, backbite me | ||
+ | Mister Twister, do you have fun in that ? | ||
+ | but finally I´ve had enough | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cunt – don't call me cunt | ||
+ | You fucker, you don´t call me a cunt | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh-oh - you make a mistake, mister, if you call me that | ||
+ | oh-oh - you can call me sucker but don´t call me a cunt | ||
+ | |||
+ | Stop prying into things and affairs | ||
+ | of which you got no slightest notion | ||
+ | What drives your intrigues - | ||
+ | is it jealousy or just a pile of bullshit ? | ||
+ | It´s an advice you get | ||
+ | it would be better if you don´t call me that | ||
+ | My tale means nothing to you | ||
+ | you never got there´s a double-edged truth | ||
+ | |||
+ | You fault me, insult me | ||
+ | Mister Twister, you better hold your tongue now | ||
+ | Take care what you call me | ||
+ | You can call me sucker but don´t call me a cunt | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh-oh - you make a mistake, mister, if you call me that | ||
+ | oh-oh - Mister Twister I disgust you | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now it´s time I made clear | ||
+ | You´re annoying me and cause some bad emotions | ||
+ | I can´t abide your jeer | ||
+ | You´re a reason why I justify abortion | ||
+ | Shut up, rein in | ||
+ | You´re the kind of bloke who needs some beating | ||
+ | keep going and I see red | ||
+ | you don´t know me but you´re spreading all shit | ||
+ | |||
+ | You´re warned now, beware now | ||
+ | So listen Mister Twister you´re better fucking off now | ||
+ | Stay out of this, you know damn all | ||
+ | |||
+ | You fault me, insult me | ||
+ | Mister Twister, you better watch your back now | ||
+ | To say this is all I want: | ||
+ | You can call me sucker but don´t call me a cunt | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Down The Drain ==== | ||
+ | Can you hear the | ||
+ | sound on the street? | ||
+ | Voices carry far if there is a need | ||
+ | People staring, getting hectic | ||
+ | Boys in blue are turning active | ||
+ | When the time has come for the breed | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cause they don't fucking want | ||
+ | To wonder if they' | ||
+ | Cause they don't fucking want | ||
+ | To wonder if they see next day | ||
+ | No, they don't fucking want | ||
+ | To lose there dignity | ||
+ | No, they don't fucking want | ||
+ | To go down the drain | ||
+ | |||
+ | You're told you have a say, are you sure | ||
+ | That justice is done the sarne for the rich and poor | ||
+ | I never saw them chase their own | ||
+ | Nor a bigwig beaten down | ||
+ | So why do you rack your brains about their score? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Faces From Below ==== | ||
+ | The higher the | ||
+ | peak, the deeper the fall | ||
+ | His ambition has prooved not being worth it at all | ||
+ | But damage is done and there is no return | ||
+ | And he's consumed with the fires that burn | ||
+ | The weaker the will, the stronger the vice | ||
+ | Addiction has come and charged a price | ||
+ | He's pershing slowly, dying on rates | ||
+ | Fell victim to what he actually hates | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hey man - these are the faces that you refuse to see | ||
+ | But they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The tamer the mind, the heavier the blows | ||
+ | A final offence has blown his fuse | ||
+ | So he went off his head and murdered them all | ||
+ | The faces of those he killed haunt his soul | ||
+ | The slower the trot, the faster the life | ||
+ | He left all behind, is made a depraved | ||
+ | Outside of the rules he chose to belong | ||
+ | But once down below you'll never get on | ||
+ | |||
+ | The more you've tried, all the less you've achived | ||
+ | You fear he end but the pain is brief | ||
+ | the easy way out you finally choose | ||
+ | Another face to Join the rows | ||
+ | ...Another face that nobody knows | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== The Factory ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down in the oxyfactory. | ||
+ | Mould and shattered glass you see. | ||
+ | Safety- dresses ain't of use. | ||
+ | The air is tense of blaring noise. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down in the oxyfactory. | ||
+ | Sound is made for you and me. | ||
+ | Down in the oxyfactory. | ||
+ | Howlong sound and ecstasy. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Won't close it down or cut off power, | ||
+ | due to public nuisance prattle. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== F.O.E. ==== | ||
+ | a brick stone wall | ||
+ | blocks up your escape | ||
+ | can't hide or run away | ||
+ | a shiver running down your neck | ||
+ | reminds you of your fright | ||
+ | he's behind you, he's the foe and you don't know his face | ||
+ | despite these years among us | ||
+ | he's been living in disguise | ||
+ | |||
+ | the foe - the foe is hunting after you | ||
+ | the foe - and time is running out for you | ||
+ | |||
+ | spider lines are set on you, | ||
+ | your tongue is getting dry | ||
+ | the sound of footsteps getting close, | ||
+ | you collapse on the pave in the end he tracked you down, | ||
+ | he's been lying in wait not sure if he's inside your head | ||
+ | you're waiting for the strike | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Fuckers Everywhere | ||
+ | ==== | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | It's them who make me sneer. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I got no money so I went begging, | ||
+ | they told me to go away. | ||
+ | 'cause lazy dogs like me should all be gased, was all they said. | ||
+ | |||
+ | But once when I was out looking for a job, they eyed me mockingly. | ||
+ | I was not the one they were out for the guy excused. Sent home again. | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the streets you meet them everyday. | ||
+ | You need your own defense. | ||
+ | But people still are worrying | ||
+ | why I sneer, they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | At school and work they pulled you down with fucked up politics. | ||
+ | The same bunch constitutes out government, i hope they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== I'm Genuine (trendy Wankers) ==== | ||
+ | What do you wanna | ||
+ | hear? | ||
+ | Well I haven' | ||
+ | Some progress has been made but my attitude' | ||
+ | You'd better expect fuck all, I owe you no excuse | ||
+ | I don't need to justify my affairs nor explain the way I chose | ||
+ | |||
+ | I haven' | ||
+ | I haven' | ||
+ | And never have I done it out of greed | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cos I'm no trendy prick - I'm genuine | ||
+ | Just the way I am - no trendy scheme | ||
+ | No, I'm no trendy prick - I'm genuine | ||
+ | I'm genuine, no trendy scheme | ||
+ | Slag off your bands, destroy your scene... | ||
+ | |||
+ | You're easily led astray to spread out what rumours say | ||
+ | But the image that you have in mind is as false as what you read | ||
+ | |||
+ | We're just another bunch of everyday' | ||
+ | We've got a common aim and share the same troubles | ||
+ | And all the trendy wankers make us sick | ||
+ | |||
+ | We live off the nation' | ||
+ | Trying to make do as best as we can | ||
+ | We live off the nation' | ||
+ | We ain't no trendy Wankers ma | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Get A Gun ==== | ||
+ | What's the matter? | ||
+ | Could it be that you wanna prove you're keen | ||
+ | And a man who's man enough to fight? | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm not sorry for your lot | ||
+ | It's your job if you get shot | ||
+ | But you tell me that you not afraid | ||
+ | |||
+ | What does a hero feel about | ||
+ | When the rest of his fellows is lying on the ground? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hurry up - Get a Gun today | ||
+ | Hurry up - meet your destiny | ||
+ | Hurry up - Get a gun today | ||
+ | Join them on their raid | ||
+ | |||
+ | Is your cause worth fighting for? | ||
+ | Or a country worth a war? | ||
+ | Hurry up and join the force tonight | ||
+ | |||
+ | What's the matter? | ||
+ | Could it be that you wanna prove you're keen | ||
+ | And a man who's mad about his pride? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Here We Go ==== | ||
+ | Here we go - | ||
+ | another attempt to rise up | ||
+ | still biting and inciting, but showing no compromise now | ||
+ | Once again this movement´s bound for glory | ||
+ | united we´ve made it, reporting back with fury | ||
+ | |||
+ | Some years now we´ve come to count | ||
+ | and we´re here to stay, we´re still around | ||
+ | (... and there´s no end in sight, no...) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate us or don´t – we´ll carry on, so get it | ||
+ | We know these times need songs about reality | ||
+ | Gutterman - get your fist up proud | ||
+ | Gutterman - join in, sing it loud | ||
+ | Gutterman – it´s time to rise again | ||
+ | |||
+ | Different times require other measures | ||
+ | Strain doubles – it´s old troubles as well as the new pressures | ||
+ | Honesty pays, even if you don´t make friends only | ||
+ | Streetlevel rock rebel - what counts is straight out music | ||
+ | |||
+ | The nineties couldn´t stop our raid | ||
+ | we´re best before the next decade | ||
+ | (...another round is calling...) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Straight-out real punk is what we want, so share it | ||
+ | We know we gotta finish what we´ve started | ||
+ | Gutterman stand up – it´s time to rise again | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Hey You ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | The same came off some years ago. | ||
+ | What a prospect for my country. | ||
+ | So give up and hope and let us be. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Join the queue, you know the rest... | ||
+ | I'm fed up with this want something else. | ||
+ | Give the finger to this country. | ||
+ | And listen well to what I say. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hey, hey, I wanna have some fun. | ||
+ | Hey, hey, cause I've been bored too long. | ||
+ | Hey, hey, I'm gonna feel so great. | ||
+ | When I'm skint and out tonight. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Pretty worn out, waiting for the bus. | ||
+ | That's departing straight down to the pubs. | ||
+ | But I'm out of place where I stay. | ||
+ | Nowhere to go 'cause I'm skint. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Hit The Road ==== | ||
+ | Daily other places | ||
+ | and we´re still going on | ||
+ | Plenty of new faces cos the nights are long | ||
+ | Tearing down the highway, full speed ahead | ||
+ | miles uncounted, the van´s become our bed | ||
+ | ...I really missed all that | ||
+ | |||
+ | All bottles empty so we gotta stop | ||
+ | hey what a country – we´re not sold a drop | ||
+ | heading for the venue for another kill | ||
+ | out and up now because we´re on the bill | ||
+ | ...and play we will | ||
+ | |||
+ | Chaos across the nation - we hit the road again | ||
+ | Chaos and fun and booze for free – that´s how life´s to be | ||
+ | Chaos across the nation – let´s go to hit the road again | ||
+ | (...up the next decade) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Living like a rover, troubles where we get | ||
+ | getting pulled over - oh, how we´re used to that | ||
+ | One room at a motel for the six of us | ||
+ | the rest too short cos our next show´s away some hours | ||
+ | ...and we stuck in bars | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Idols ==== | ||
+ | You're posy styled | ||
+ | to impress somebody | ||
+ | You're out for fame and loads of money | ||
+ | But selling out is nothing new | ||
+ | You've hit the charts with a boring tune | ||
+ | |||
+ | Idols are out today | ||
+ | They pose a single night | ||
+ | |||
+ | A polished heap and birds so pretty | ||
+ | You sold your soul but you deserve no pity | ||
+ | You'll climb the steps if you're of use | ||
+ | If not you're dropped like all the others | ||
+ | |||
+ | I won't sign with their major companies | ||
+ | Enslaved to contracts, what a piss | ||
+ | I won't beg them on my knees | ||
+ | For we still play mohican melodies | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Insane ==== | ||
+ | You drive me | ||
+ | insane, my back's to the wall | ||
+ | I can't make headway with this pressure at all | ||
+ | My mind's upset I gotta get away | ||
+ | And jam the gearing of the whole machine | ||
+ | The people who suffer to get uniformed | ||
+ | Are wimps who needn' | ||
+ | When they discover what's happened to their lives | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | |||
+ | You make me sick, you drive me insane | ||
+ | You're gonna take my mind away | ||
+ | But I'm not scared of what you do | ||
+ | What the fuck is wrong with you? | ||
+ | |||
+ | You drive me insane, my back's to the wall | ||
+ | I can't make headway with this pressure at all | ||
+ | You declare me a yob but don't figure out | ||
+ | That I ain't gonna end up being so fooled | ||
+ | It seems that your mission is to blind-fold the crowd | ||
+ | As brainless masses can't complain anymore | ||
+ | And you create a new hoax everyday | ||
+ | While human brains keep rucking dying | ||
+ | |||
+ | Insane - go away, I gotta get out | ||
+ | better get away with you | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Kamikaze ==== | ||
+ | Living in a shell | ||
+ | had never been a thing for me | ||
+ | Safe in private places you just ponder what's to be | ||
+ | I'm in need of action but you rather fade away | ||
+ | Living in your own world where you keep to things you can take | ||
+ | |||
+ | You slogged all day and get your pay | ||
+ | And lock yourself away | ||
+ | |||
+ | Are you sure You're living? | ||
+ | Just going through the motions | ||
+ | Ordered life and slaving | ||
+ | I'm fed up with this bullshit | ||
+ | |||
+ | Are you sure you're living? | ||
+ | Headlong into my fate | ||
+ | I'm better off without it | ||
+ | and live on straight ahead | ||
+ | |||
+ | All the time you're abusing those you claim who go astray | ||
+ | Still don't dare to break out of the boring life you lead | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Legion 82 ==== | ||
+ | Listen, here' | ||
+ | some further noise | ||
+ | Yes, mohican tunes - sharp as razors | ||
+ | We ain't gonna rest until we bite the dust | ||
+ | |||
+ | The crew from '82, they mourn the good old days | ||
+ | Once you've been one of them, or so at least you say | ||
+ | But now you've grown older and got your normal lifes | ||
+ | What's left of your ideals, rebllion and spikes? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dying out legion - Legion '82 | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's all been better when you used to be around | ||
+ | You say it was genuine, but it ain't no fashion now | ||
+ | It's still the same about cos nothing really changed | ||
+ | Someone has to keep it going or it was a waste of time | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's just your former self that you don't recognize | ||
+ | You tell me I'm out of place and time two odd decades | ||
+ | Well I don't care about what all those people say | ||
+ | It doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Join our legion - we're the legion me and you | ||
+ | Join our legion - Legion of the nineties' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Life's a bitch ==== | ||
+ | Just another day, | ||
+ | and just another mess | ||
+ | But if you resign you'll never know success | ||
+ | |||
+ | Chin up, get out now and try again my friend | ||
+ | This life is your last, so enjoy it 'til the end | ||
+ | |||
+ | You stand in the heap of the ruins that your life used to be | ||
+ | All the time you succumbed to a fake or a dangerous mistake | ||
+ | You stand in the heap of the rubble of broken ideals | ||
+ | It's true that life's a bitch | ||
+ | |||
+ | REsign to your fate, life's hard but I live to win | ||
+ | ...Life' | ||
+ | Just keep on trying over and over again | ||
+ | ...Life' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Risk it - standing proud demands to give a bit | ||
+ | No future to behold, so make the best of it | ||
+ | |||
+ | Face it, find out that it's worth to make a stand | ||
+ | Nothing venture nothing have - it's true my friend | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Mohican Tunes ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the tube a gang in black. | ||
+ | Purple stubble and tiger strap. | ||
+ | They make a stink, some get freaked out, | ||
+ | by the volume of the mohican sound. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Mohican tunes, play the fuckin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | And down the tunnel in a crew, | ||
+ | a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. | ||
+ | And at the gig the air is tense, | ||
+ | cause mohican tunes blow up their brains. | ||
+ | |||
+ | And down the tunnel in a crew, | ||
+ | a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. | ||
+ | And at the gig the air is tense, | ||
+ | a sheer fit hits the audience. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Switch it on and play it loud, | ||
+ | listen to the wildest sound. | ||
+ | A filthy mob hangs 'round the place. | ||
+ | Filth and leather, pins and chains. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Nuclear War ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Face this, the missile' | ||
+ | Crisis, will the bomb be dropped today? | ||
+ | Last war, to end this bloody mess. | ||
+ | Danger, It's you the real menace. | ||
+ | |||
+ | With all their foes their doing away. | ||
+ | We're all in this - hey hey hey. | ||
+ | No one dares to talk aloud 'bout the real imminent crisis. | ||
+ | The gruesome leaders are counting their bombs. | ||
+ | Blow them straight up your arse. | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sirens - sirens in the heat. | ||
+ | Fighting - on your TV screen. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The secret bases are alarmed, | ||
+ | the troops are on the alert. | ||
+ | The counter attack is set on foot. | ||
+ | Depends on a single word. | ||
+ | |||
+ | With all their foes their doing away. | ||
+ | And all enclosed have to die. | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nuclear war. | ||
+ | That's the nuclear war. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Watch out - for the news today. Fallout - over israel. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The bomb has struck in morningtime. | ||
+ | A shelter won't be of use. | ||
+ | A few survived to waste away. | ||
+ | But they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Obscene Army ==== | ||
+ | The Obscene Army | ||
+ | The crowd has gathered and we turn on the heat | ||
+ | To put an end to this boring shit | ||
+ | |||
+ | With boots spikes and leathers, with bowlerhats and crops | ||
+ | We're straying through the gutter as a pack of hounds | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== On The Outside ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | He was a gutterboy, dwelled in different places. | ||
+ | Lost his parental home for he got the sack. | ||
+ | He never got on well with their expectations. | ||
+ | Found with an overdose in a public lav. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Blame our society that destroyed him. | ||
+ | |||
+ | He was a criminal in other people' | ||
+ | And spent many hours alone staring in the dark. | ||
+ | Though for him nothing made a sense at all. | ||
+ | This ain't been his destination. | ||
+ | He was a lonely boy and always on the run. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Petrol Bomb ==== | ||
+ | They say it's time | ||
+ | to crack down on what they call obscene | ||
+ | But what they meant is blokes like me and the life I chose to lead | ||
+ | OK let's have an uproar, their troops are marching in | ||
+ | With determination in their eyes they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Come on, come on | ||
+ | Give me a Petrol Bomb | ||
+ | |||
+ | The riotous assembly is finally marching off | ||
+ | A few had luck and could escape the baton-slinging lot | ||
+ | Some fellows are arrested, perhaps they' | ||
+ | You lift your bottle and set out to have your fun again | ||
+ | |||
+ | Pronouncement of the judgement, the youth is led away | ||
+ | He wasn't even sixteen and had smashed an offie' | ||
+ | Put in reformatories where other wankers wait | ||
+ | Who try to force him in their frame - break out before it's too late | ||
+ | |||
+ | Come on, come on | ||
+ | Give him a Petrol Bomb | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now you speak out against the youth' | ||
+ | Scream and shout, but you taught them how to hate | ||
+ | Now you speak out but the account is settled | ||
+ | Praise your luck there ain't bullets through your head | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Pigs ==== | ||
+ | Bluelight | ||
+ | screaming, figures in the dark | ||
+ | Shelter-seeking, | ||
+ | They gonna get out if you're slow and put you in a cell | ||
+ | You don't wanna be arrested so you run like hell | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here comes ... the pigs | ||
+ | They always nick the underdogs | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Draw back, breathing, but you've run to slow | ||
+ | They don't care if you're innocent, they don't care if you're right | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ... hide or you're getting screwed | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Psychopath ==== | ||
+ | There is a side | ||
+ | that I conceal | ||
+ | that is beyond your imagination | ||
+ | a wrong comment will set it free | ||
+ | and I´ll undergo a grave mutation | ||
+ | You can´t find out with whom you deal | ||
+ | till it´s too late to restore the seal | ||
+ | A potential threat for everyone | ||
+ | who´s walking with me and beyond | ||
+ | |||
+ | There ain´t no simple guarantee I won´t break out to kill | ||
+ | I´m breedin´ in a psychatry, I can´t control my will | ||
+ | |||
+ | Don´t mess me around | ||
+ | I´m nowhere-bound | ||
+ | cos I´m a psycho | ||
+ | I´m a PSYCHOPATH | ||
+ | |||
+ | I´ve learned to hide my mental state | ||
+ | yet I´m still on a mad crusade | ||
+ | You know this urge from deep inside | ||
+ | is nagging me all day and night | ||
+ | Underestimate the extent it´s got | ||
+ | and you´ll awake in sudden shock | ||
+ | when you come to know my soul is dark | ||
+ | and I´m a psycho, a maniac | ||
+ | |||
+ | There ain´t no simple guarantee I won´t break out to kill | ||
+ | I suffer from misanthropy, | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== (Dance On A) Racors Blade ==== | ||
+ | This time he' | ||
+ | gambling at his very height | ||
+ | As he's to move and pull the strings of fate | ||
+ | He's aware of what his blunders cause | ||
+ | He's turned it over in his mind for hours | ||
+ | |||
+ | That's like... | ||
+ | A Dance on a razor blade | ||
+ | |||
+ | It rnakes no odds since now the chance is real | ||
+ | Restraints are hard but wounds will never heal | ||
+ | Can loose a lot but there' | ||
+ | It's kind of dancing on a razor' | ||
+ | He's stepping on the edge of a chance he never had | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== R.I.P. ==== | ||
+ | Don´t wanna be a | ||
+ | soldier - Rest in peace | ||
+ | Don´t wanna fight no war in no border countries | ||
+ | I ain´t gonna feed no vultures - Rest in peace | ||
+ | I ain´t gonna slay the poor in the dollar sign´s name | ||
+ | |||
+ | They´re ready to strike with their highly trained force | ||
+ | if oil is at stake or another ressource | ||
+ | Securing their wealth with innocent life | ||
+ | so what´s a few killings if the dollar is safe | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bloodstained money | ||
+ | who bothers about this inhumanity | ||
+ | Bloodstained money | ||
+ | who profits but the arms race-industry | ||
+ | ... they can´t cheat me | ||
+ | |||
+ | The battle is won but it´s had a high price | ||
+ | so rest in peace now in a desert of graves | ||
+ | a cross without name but your badge with a code | ||
+ | 6212-550 | ||
+ | |||
+ | They´re ready to strike or incite a new war | ||
+ | to show off their arms on a far-away shore | ||
+ | Economy boosts, and that´s all that counts | ||
+ | for all the greedy bosses who direct the Whitehouse | ||
+ | You´re proud of a game they play on your back | ||
+ | But where is your bragging when you´re under attack | ||
+ | a cross on a grave is the final reward | ||
+ | left, right, left right - off to the Lord! | ||
+ | |||
+ | You died just for money... | ||
+ | money for some industry | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Run from reality ==== | ||
+ | Suddenly the | ||
+ | things ain't what they used to be | ||
+ | Now everything' | ||
+ | Too scared to face the possibilities | ||
+ | My life's so different I wanna close my eyes | ||
+ | |||
+ | Can't get rid of the gnawing fear inside me | ||
+ | Denying it all is just the real insanity | ||
+ | |||
+ | I try to run, I try to flee | ||
+ | ...but you can't run from reality | ||
+ | I try to run, to run away | ||
+ | ...no use to call 999 | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's been my self-protection but now I've got the prove | ||
+ | So far I've been to blind to accept the fucking truth | ||
+ | Well now I've come to see which way the cat jumps | ||
+ | And that's the reason why it's getting out of hand | ||
+ | |||
+ | Can't get it out, this gnawing fear inside me | ||
+ | Denying it all is just sheer insecurity | ||
+ | |||
+ | Suddenly hte things ain't what they used to be | ||
+ | The lie I've been living is catching up with me | ||
+ | Yeah I quit my job cos I wanna be free | ||
+ | But what a living do I get without a pay | ||
+ | ...no way | ||
+ | |||
+ | Repressed them all, these bothering things that annoyed me | ||
+ | It ain't nothing new to turn your back on reality | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Scream And Shout ==== | ||
+ | They like to say | ||
+ | that fortune sides with the brave | ||
+ | You've done your best and have failed yet, so it can't be right | ||
+ | Now you have turned the tables, and no trouble' | ||
+ | You try to hold it tight but ifs slipping through | ||
+ | |||
+ | You turn it inside out | ||
+ | You wanna scream and shout | ||
+ | But someday you will see | ||
+ | That nothing lasts for eternity | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'd say that life's a battle that is meant to do | ||
+ | But if you're proving worthy you'll see it through | ||
+ | Each lime the tide turns for you, you made it you believe | ||
+ | But yet the other moment you're down again | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Self Rule ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ruling class, we don't need you. | ||
+ | All governments out, don't need no leader. | ||
+ | We had a lot of systems, they all failed. | ||
+ | All warlords have been wrecked by their own wargames. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get up, get up, need no rules. | ||
+ | To degrade me as a fool. | ||
+ | I know best what I decide to choose. | ||
+ | Sod it, sod it, what they say. | ||
+ | I can't believe it anyway. | ||
+ | You know best what's really good for you. | ||
+ | |||
+ | All parties promise a brighter future. | ||
+ | Don't let them plant you on illusions. | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Your rule, selfrule, that's the way, come on! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Anarchy - Selfrule, can't you see it's up to you! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Skunk ==== | ||
+ | Join the ranks and | ||
+ | gang up rather | ||
+ | That's the only way it works | ||
+ | Cos there' | ||
+ | We've got to overcome discords | ||
+ | Just spare some time to think about | ||
+ | What their politics have done | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | And there will soon be none | ||
+ | |||
+ | Skins, Punks and all you scum | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Stand proud, together and strong | ||
+ | Fight their rules, not your mates | ||
+ | (Joint you're unruly troops) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Join the ranks and gang up rather | ||
+ | That's the only way it works | ||
+ | If you want to be unruly, | ||
+ | Have a say and get a chance | ||
+ | Stick your bloody banners red or blue | ||
+ | All up where they belong | ||
+ | If you cling to their solutions | ||
+ | Then everything goes wrong | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Stereotype (FUCK ´EM ALL) ==== | ||
+ | You were a scar | ||
+ | the day you made out | ||
+ | and proclaimed your point of view | ||
+ | You´re not a fool, just did it your way | ||
+ | and didn´t give a damn what others might say | ||
+ | |||
+ | It´s so cheap what people concerns | ||
+ | some believe their measures are firm | ||
+ | In their eyes you´re second class, mate | ||
+ | tarred with the same brush like people you hate | ||
+ | |||
+ | Look at me and not someone else | ||
+ | cos we´re all individuals | ||
+ | The way I dress doesn´t give you the right | ||
+ | to judge about my self nor the feelings inside | ||
+ | |||
+ | There´s a lot who pretend to care | ||
+ | and some cunts exist everywhere | ||
+ | if you don´t fit into their narrow mind | ||
+ | they make you feel a tosser everyday | ||
+ | |||
+ | I won´t stand the way I´m classified | ||
+ | I ain´t no STEREOTYPE | ||
+ | Views can change the more you get it all | ||
+ | but there´s some people who don´t realize | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh - FUCK ´EM ALL | ||
+ | Telling me what is right | ||
+ | I ain´t no fucking STEREOTYPE | ||
+ | stick the views you got right where´s your fucking cock | ||
+ | |||
+ | Stigmatized unless submitting norms | ||
+ | Otherwise you´re labelled as jerks | ||
+ | Yes, I know what they want me to do | ||
+ | keep to fucking rules of some know-it-all crew | ||
+ | |||
+ | It´s all just the same what our scene concerns | ||
+ | some believe their measures are firm | ||
+ | Won´t obey cos I´m using my pate | ||
+ | 1 - 2 - FUCK ´EM ALL, those who dictate | ||
+ | 1 - 2 - FUCK ´EM ALL, the people you hate | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh - FUCK ´EM ALL | ||
+ | Telling me what is right | ||
+ | I ain´t no fucking STEREOTYPE | ||
+ | Oh - FUCK ´EM ALL | ||
+ | They never care to discern | ||
+ | and I guess they´ll never learn | ||
+ | Oh - FUCK ´EM ALL | ||
+ | All you wimps and bollocks scribes | ||
+ | We ain´t no fucking STEREOTYPES | ||
+ | I´ll give no damn about that - up yours, so fucking what? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Strike | ||
+ | ==== | ||
+ | Get on strike! | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the bastards take you up at the station. | ||
+ | Questions hole into your head. | ||
+ | They wanna name you detailed information. | ||
+ | While they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | When you got the boot at home, get dressed up. | ||
+ | Give 'em bollocks, crop your hair. | ||
+ | And when they try to rip you off in the classroom, | ||
+ | just refuse it to go there. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Under Pressure ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I guess you know this state of desperation | ||
+ | when troubles get too much for you again | ||
+ | the least you need is someone´s provocation | ||
+ | they´d better fuck off back where they belong | ||
+ | |||
+ | Fun, fun - this ain´t no fun | ||
+ | cos I am UNDER PRESSURE | ||
+ | Done, done - I am so done | ||
+ | I´m in a mess with everyone | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yes, I am UNDER PRESSURE | ||
+ | cos I don´t get along with me nor anyone | ||
+ | Yes, I am UNDER PRESSURE | ||
+ | and filled up with aggression | ||
+ | Leave me alone cos I´m UNDER PRESSURE | ||
+ | |||
+ | I usually mean no harm to anybody | ||
+ | but driven to the wall is another case | ||
+ | if you are bugging me you will be sorry | ||
+ | yeah then you«ll come to know the other face | ||
+ | |||
+ | I guess you know this state of confusion | ||
+ | when troubles are too much for you again | ||
+ | you run around but find no solution | ||
+ | and pressure´s slowly eating up your brain | ||
+ | This ain´t no fun... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== We Rule O.K. ==== | ||
+ | Take' | ||
+ | take the piss | ||
+ | It's time for a new riot | ||
+ | Scream it at the nation | ||
+ | That we ain'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | We're the best cause we're the ones | ||
+ | If s not the class that you are from | ||
+ | Yes, all minorities get oppress | ||
+ | But we're the ones so fuck the rest | ||
+ | ... I don't think I will conform | ||
+ | |||
+ | Twenty years of struggle | ||
+ | Left fragments on the floor | ||
+ | But we're the generation | ||
+ | To pick' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Westworld ==== | ||
+ | Imprisoned face to | ||
+ | face in this strange artificial place | ||
+ | with free-wheeled criminals who carry knives and loaded guns | ||
+ | Aggravation' | ||
+ | Radio stations send their warning - red alert | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the Westworld | ||
+ | Concrete desert | ||
+ | In the Westworld | ||
+ | Endless strife to survive | ||
+ | |||
+ | The leaders lost control, now violence and corruption rule | ||
+ | The fittest survive this zone, you wait untill it catches you | ||
+ | Violation' | ||
+ | Radio stations send their warning - red alert | ||
+ | |||
+ | Imprisoned face to face in times all-out computerized | ||
+ | gunslingers prowl in troops this animated danger zone | ||
+ | Violation civilization | ||
+ | Savage destert, this is Westworld | ||
+ | Through the nation sounds the calling - red alert | ||
+ | Destination still unknown, maybe WW III | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the Westworld | ||
+ | Concrete desert | ||
+ | In the Westworld | ||
+ | On our own in a danger zone | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== What's Going On ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | More shitty venues shooting from the ground | ||
+ | while the cool places all are closing down | ||
+ | subculture´s wiped out systematically | ||
+ | but we´re not gone if you drive us away | ||
+ | |||
+ | Anger´s rising, how surprising... | ||
+ | |||
+ | What the fuck is going on here | ||
+ | Where to go, say, where to go ? | ||
+ | You´ve scared us off but we´re still out there | ||
+ | What´s up, man ? | ||
+ | What the fuck is going on here | ||
+ | Where to go, say, where to go ? | ||
+ | This scheme of yours ain´t getting nowhere | ||
+ | What´s up anyway ? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Punkrock´s banned, & | ||
+ | It´s getting hard to set up gigs somewhere | ||
+ | Our cities dying through the council´s hand | ||
+ | where once we went to now there´s fallow land | ||
+ | |||
+ | Tidy nation operation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Your townscape suffers from the likes of us | ||
+ | Did you expect us to be off so fast ? | ||
+ | You can take away our clubs and tear them down | ||
+ | but you ain´t rid of us – we´re still in town... | ||
+ | |||
+ | You´re gonna get your fucking doors kicked in | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Wild And Dangerous ==== | ||
+ | Things that are | ||
+ | prohibited always had their own appeal | ||
+ | but the likes of me aren´t disinclined to a thrill | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cast off your fear, scare them all | ||
+ | Cause their rules are made for breaking | ||
+ | or you´re just tame or blind | ||
+ | |||
+ | Can´t live without the kicks in my brain | ||
+ | feeling the pulse, sometimes the pain | ||
+ | Why not freak out, there´s so much you can do | ||
+ | Hold on, let´s go now – don´t have no fear | ||
+ | |||
+ | Live WILD AND DANGEROUS | ||
+ | Get out and kick some ass | ||
+ | Live WILD AND DANGEROUS | ||
+ | Be a threat to the upper class | ||
+ | |||
+ | What else could you be in a bourgeois country like this | ||
+ | but a thorn in the ass of the authorities | ||
+ | |||
+ | Can´t live without the kicks in my brain | ||
+ | feeling the pulse, sometimes the pain | ||
+ | Why not break out of the established control | ||
+ | Live wild... | ||
+ | Hold out, let´s go now | ||
+ | we don´t give a fuck cos we wanna ... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== You're A Bore (You Whore) ==== | ||
+ | I know all your | ||
+ | moods and faces | ||
+ | You try a gaze that paralyses | ||
+ | Stand back from nobody and none | ||
+ | And drop your panties for a number one | ||
+ | |||
+ | You stick at nothing with the things you're running for | ||
+ | But don't tread on those who've served your scheme once more | ||
+ | |||
+ | You're a bore, you whore | ||
+ | |||
+ | Let down friends are not to mention | ||
+ | You pretend to relieve your tension | ||
+ | I know that you can't love anyone | ||
+ | But you say you get the bloke you want | ||
+ | You feign like no other when you're out to reach a goal | ||
+ | You give what you get, but nothing' | ||
+ | |||
+ | I know all your moods and faces | ||
+ | You try a gaze that paralyses | ||
+ | You say you get the bloke you want | ||
+ | But I know you're a sleazy cunt | ||
+ | |||
+ | But that's the way you are... |