coming like a ghost town. Tricky : Why must the youth fight against itself? Terry : This place is coming like a ghost town. Tricky : Government leaving the youth
punk rock (Hot topic) Hot topic is not punk rock (Hot topic) Hot topic is not punk rock (Hot topic) Hot topic is a contrived identification With youth
we meet underground Where the air is thick like mud, And the bands make noise That we call audio blood. Every weekend we're igniting Like chemical fires. Youth
won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there And it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better
the witching hour From earth to ashes we all shall fall Those eyes, ebony enchanted Pass on the undenying truth Of youth there isn't any left What came
Of one who could never be A lover of so true a mind Or fair a form as she. Across the lake in Sandwick Dwelled a youth she held most true,And ever
time about a gang who ruled these parts they robbed from the poor and gave to the rich and thought they were very smart they were called ronny and his merry band
and spin old punks don't die, they just cash in. i must admit i don't go in the pit like i used to anymore stealing the bands beer to share out on the
you think we're assholes, you don't know shit, never even met you, you hateful little prick, we never were a straight edge band you, your thinking of
the sea? Say, what wind from the sun blows his messenger here With a hymn of the dawn for the free? "Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of
Muuuuuuuusic! The music man (repeat 4x) I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand I'm down with a different kind of street band And
Fromholz Me and my friends are getting long in the tooth After three or four decades of seeking the truth Trying to recover from misspent youth And
goin' with that flower in your hand? Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band.
for you above the loudspeakers You start to fall, she follows you home but you miss living alone You can still hear sweet mysteries calling you The bands
hair for you Above the loudspeakers You start to fall She follows you home But you miss living alone You can still hear sweet mysteries Calling you The bands
flock your poseurs 'Cos you're just like everyone else You're the sheep of the U.S. of a Well, the youth can't think for themselves For the trendious bands
've got us fighting with each other with their lies and fuckng wars Meanwhile back in your scene In a small scale affair Lables and bands propaganda to take money from the youth