Lirieke:
The Last Resort Other

One day they will get you from behind Empty your pockets see you out of your mind You think it's funny when they ask for more You'll be sorry you never

the job is done Show them how to be a pest Be a skinhead in Sta Press They got more money then I got sense They're just after your last few pence Shine

There they go wearing baggy pants, silent shoes, press on lash. The way they dance makes me sick, all of them a bunch of pricks. Soulboys with a wired

I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine Looking for some aggro, just to pass the time We met this stupid hippy and he tried to run away

I was feeling really sad Life was looking really bad Then you came onto the scene Crimson Rose so serene English rose will never die English rose will

go Just for a laugh we let you know who rules We're not gonna be dragged down In your sea of new fashions We will last, we will stay We will never change

She came from providence, the one in Rhode Island, Were the old world shadows hang, heavy in the air, She packed her hopes and dreams, like a refugee

: Cut my cake into slices This is my raspberry torte No culination, no freezing Don't give a fuck if potato needs peeling This is my raspberry torte

Peitschen knallen durch die Nacht, Knecht Ruprecht hat sich angesagt. Zwolf Rosser ziehn den Schlitten an, hinten sitzt der Weihnachtsmann. Und er brullt