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
There is a side that I conceal that is beyond your imagination a wrong comment will set it free and Ic??l undergo a grave mutation You canc?? find out
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
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
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
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
Suddenly the things ain't what they used to be Now everything's changed and I wonder why Too scared to face the possibilities My life's so different I
[Chorus:] Donc?? wanna be a soldier - Rest in peace Donc?? wanna fight no war in no border countries I ainc?? gonna feed no vultures - Rest in peace I
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,
Daily other places and wec??e still going on Plenty of new faces cos the nights are long Tearing down the highway, full speed ahead miles uncounted, the
[Chorus:] Get on strike! When the bastards take you up at the station. Questions hole into your head. They wanna name you detailed information. While
[Chorus:] 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
Join the ranks and gang up rather That's the only way it works Cos there's no need for struggle We've got to overcome discords Just spare some time to
Under Pressure I guess you know this state of desperation when troubles get too much for you again the least you need is someonec?? provocation theyc
A bunch of thugs' approaching You're molested for no reason With faces looking angry You're beaten till submission [Chorus:] You're kicked in the head
Imprisoned face to face in this strange artificial place with free-wheeled criminals who carry knives and loaded guns Aggravation's usual for the western
This time he's 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
More shitty venues shooting from the ground while the cool places all are closing down subculturec?? wiped out systematically but wec??e not gone if you