all the little things get me depressed When I was a young boy I got a stereo And I taped all the songs straight off the radio The sounds that the bands
gospels from gossip and bar talk then we declare them the truth We salvage our sermons from message boards and scene reports and we sic them on the youth
I remember all those bands Preaching with motherfucking X's on their hands The Youth Of Yesterday, what else can I say The times have changed and they
I used to work nights with my dad It was the best job I ever had Until them blokes on their bikes came through Said, ?Come on down to Youth, brother,
When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother
The industry is dumbing down the nation They dope up the youth So plug up your ears While phony punk bands cry about relationships We forget our roots
Maskell's got respect I used to listen to Public Enemy Erik B and Rakim and BVSMP But before that in 1983 I'd go break dancing after my tea Down the Youth
this cavalry is coming home, Like a motorcade lost in tickertape, I have felt my way to you again, On any other day there'd be a marching band, But
of all the popular bands Wants something not quite so bland No more new kids on the block She loves to hear that disco punk rock Her favourite band is sonic youth
Wazoo!" So do what you do! Wow! The lead singers raucous As he screams out the truth Then the band hold a caucus And decides to sell their youth Our
youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid Strum your guitar, sing it kid Just write about your feelings not the things you never did Dance band
my lady, but I ain't with no baby Ah, ah, no ifs ands or maybes I ain't old enough and ain't trying to hear it So don't steal my youth cause I'm still
I get rocked, ripped, flipped on and blasted I'm spoke on, choke on, hit on, spit on and mastered I've outlasted, been used to tell truth and lies Used to kill the youth
it won't get you anywhere, fooling with the guns The British Army is waitin' out there It weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better
We're drinking and we're dancing And the band is really happening And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion She's the angel
're with, with her beautiful tan Like you're holdin' the spliff that layin' in your hand Or you dream of playin' bands from Electric Lady Land Riffs just
time slip away And wonder how much longer I can take this Same cycle starts again I think of summer's when We played outside 'til ten but now My youth
instinct lurks the most though and resistant brain I asked every prowler that I met in our loose youth They talk of disaster and band politic mood I