Тексты песен «Forgotten Rebels»

Just another day on the rotten side of life, he's looking for a sweet boy to make him his wife. To the butcher's dungeon steam house he makes his calls, 'cause he met his confidant through the johnny box walls...

It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood running out of the bullet hole in his head It's the American in me that makes me watch TV, see it on the news this is what the man said he said Ask not what...

You used my name under false pretense You wrote my name at the side of the fence I got you in the corner where I wanted you Got you in the corner where there's no escape And I'm angry. I'm angry. I got the right...

Love makes the streets again. Do you remember when? You laughed and called me names. Times changed, you're not the same From inner city hell. Dead walls and smoking smells. You used to be a child. Waton mad and...

I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me. My tax dollars paid their ransom. Would they do the same for me? I don't, I don't want them in my home. I don't, I don't want them finding me alone...

I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me My tax dollars paid their ransom, would they do the same for me? I don't, I don't want them in my home I don't, I don't want them finding me alone They're...

One day boys and girls you're gonna be dead. You'll do nothing but get married and make noise in bed. You'll be someone's nigger and you'll lick their ass. You'll grow fat and ugly and your mind will fail. You are just...

Havin fun livin in a life of crime, Runnin on luck runnin out of time, Your gonna make news in the evening papers, Cause a crack shot angle just foiled your capers, Your marked, and I know who you are When I make...

I can see that look in your eyes I know what you wanna do you'd die to have me in your thighs you'd even pay me too When you try to hide what's inside your head You're dying to get me into your bed when you...

Don't hide your face tell me are you lookin' to me Or Just smllln' through me Remember you used to look away like I wasn't there I was a shadow In a crowd I wasn't playing quite so loud And now I hear you drop my...

Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead The big fat guy is dead, dead, dead Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead The big fat goof is dead, dead, dead Millions of assholes mourned his death I'm gonna steal his body from the place of rest...

I remember you so many years ago What I saw in you I don't know I saw stars when I opened your door They landed on our fair shores Their novel accents made them so rich While I'm stuck playing In a rotting ditch...

I saw you on the TV screen Profiteers run the Ethiopia scene Ask boy George and Duran Duran big cash money puts hits in their hands Now you don't want to talk to me Now you don't want to look like me See me or be...

Evelyn was a party girl from Hamilton south Her hubby drove a bus 'round the board park fountain Then one day they had a terrible fight You should have seen what happened that night. She took the saw, and cut off his...

I don't like the name tag between your toes. I don't like the snot running out of your nose. I don't like the stains on your pantyhose - just your cold stiff body when I hold you close. I love rigor mortis when it just...

Your mommy's gone away 'cause your daddy's astray. The whore next door wants a romp in the hay. Your sister gets on for the fast in and out. Your uncle makes sweat while the closet boys shout. Now you found more...

Johnny had a big (stick?) on his team, coach (can't scream?) Johnny was a real cute altar boy, he's the coaches toy He likes him first in line He likes your ass real fine He likes you 'cause you're nine He'll get...

I remember when Elvis died you all laid down and prayed and cried every empire needs a king I'm good looking and boy can I sing he'll roll over in his grave because of me, Rock 'n' Roll is saved I'm so great and...

So I see you want to start a World War. Death comes in threes and it's so fun to score. That Ayatollah really must be a whore. Filth eating camel sweat he's a sickie moslem so hard to please. His kind of thinking must...

Every time I think of her, I close my eyes. She was a velvet doll, she was a punk rocker. When I walked off stage I fell in love with her. I stared at her from across the bar - I want her near to me. So close and dear...