Тексты песен «Pinkerton Thugs»

Your attitude is shit You're over privileged Your image is shit You're over privileged You aren't rebellious You're over privileged You aren't a punk You're over privileged Where the fuck is the pride in that?...

Welcome to Suburbia, I call it my life Step inside for a drink, come and meet my wife Our two boys, Dave and John, are outside on the lawn Rolling in the residue of the local Biocide Step into the living room, come...

People say it's peace time We're looking towards the sun We're destroying tanks and bombs No more threatening Red scum The Arabs? They've been silenced and the oils running free So don't worry about your future they've...

Honey, tell the boys I'm coming home I just can't face this alone Tell the boys their daddy's coming home How did it ever come to this? Honey how did it ever come to this? How'd I get involved in bad business? How did I...

(M. Smaldone/ P. Russo) If crime is a natural human tendency then why are most crimes commited by people of the lower class? Crime is natural only as a rejection to social injustice and inequality; the more they force...

Thousands of miles away and I cannot get a job Well I'd rather be fighting in Lima 'cause my back's against the wall. There's a broken old mill town here, and a ratty village there that seized the lion's den while they...

Well some kid got the lock down 'Cause he got flip with an officer No you don't do that in this town Unless you can bail yourself out Some kids got the kick down Fightin' straights from Fenway Park But who was in the...

When the bandages come off They'll give me a new name When the bandages come off I won't be the same I don't know a thing about the Warfare Division When the bandages come off The experiments they did on me When the...

They think they know what's best for you But have they walked a mile in your boots This scene is me this scene is you We're the wheels that make it turn Went down to Kenmore the other day Where us punks used to hand...

Discontent now includes all class Recognize that you help divide the mass The place that you're in is the place that you'll stay You're a brick in the wall of the rich's estate We build our own prisons We make our own...

For a wage of copper they'll make you rich in gold And that's what you got if you got control But if you got nothin' you ain't got no hope 'Cause everybody knows where the money goes A mans gotta work if he wants to...

There's something in your blood for revolution But I think that your blood is running cold Will time really tell When there's no hope left to sell Or will despair take it's toll You bet your ass the lambs will keep on...