Вроде бы ещё нам солнце светит, Звонкими лучами бьет в окно. Вроде бы легко нам жить на свете - Отчего так на сердце темно? А она – цветок ненастья,
Fault lines formed through pride Leave no room for the divine It took seven day for tears to make waves :chorus: Don't stand for nothing and try To build
Boston never seemed to be So lovely in the fall to me Florida's not so cold But distance just gets old Hey maybe we can stay Maybe we can lay like
Sitting in silence Trying to fight this Trying to make it last And I don't understand how Love can be so hard Why does it hurt so bad Close to the
And she always wears yellow when she feels like herself With a smile that's shining brighter than I ever could tell And I know that she means business
Ich hab versucht mich anzupassen doch es hat nicht funktioniert ihr habt es nicht zugelassen seid verblendet und borniert heute tret ich aus dem schatten
Nur ein Blick - und ich bin ausser Gefecht Ein Kuss - ware das Ende fur mich Ein Wort - und ich bin paralysiert Machtlos - jede Hilfe kommt zu spat
Sie baut sich eine Mauer ,Tag fur Tag , und reist sie wieder nieder , Nacht fur Nacht Denn es ist schwer die Welt aus zu halten Doch es ist leicht den
In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore! In the day we sweat it out For the love of the Lower East side With
A riot boy I just don't give a shit Wasting your time I ain't listening PC punks fuck off! Shove your fuckin dove Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit
Don't wanna be with you Don't want, don't wanna know you You can't believe it's true It's true I'm so over you I'm done giving to you That's that, I
You're the greatest gal this boys ever had Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you A fool would
Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs Post bond today, on my way home, hell there
I don't like you! Fuck you, I hate you Fuck off! fuck you! Don't wanna be part of your order Wanna play in my street punk band Playing loud music Pissing
There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease Janie jumped the R into
Summer punks on Avenue B Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me Their gutter smell offends me Who made it cool to live in poverty? On the beat
Spring of '81 - Summer '82 Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you? Fall of '83 - Winter '84 Infiltrated us, tried to take it all Where were
I wanna kick some heads in I wanna running riot I'm feeling loud and proud Ready for a fight - LET'S GO! Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box