Тексты песен «Roger Miret And The Disasters»

In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore! In the day we sweat it out For the love of the Lower East side With our gangs Street fights! 1984! Short hair rock'n'roll! 1984!...

A riot boy I just don't give a shit Wasting your time I ain't listening PC punks fuck off! Shove your fuckin dove Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit in your face Boots and braces we're out again Drank a bit much...

Don't wanna be with you Don't want, don't wanna know you You can't believe it's true It's true I'm so over you I'm done giving to you That's that, I'm so tired of your! Would you believe if I told you I never liked a...

You're the greatest gal this boys ever had Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you A fool would I be to lose you A quarter to four and I haven't slept Thoughts of...

Chaos on the streets What a price to pay for glory Loud, proud, and punk Just another East Side Story 1 to start the fight 3 to do it right Bottle to the head Boot between the eyes The story of my life!...

Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way Stitches on my knuckles, blood on my face...

I don't like you! Fuck you, I hate you Fuck off! fuck you! Don't wanna be part of your order Wanna play in my street punk band Playing loud music Pissing on the latest fad I won't pretend to like you 'Cause I ain't no...

I wanna kick some heads in I wanna running riot I'm feeling loud and proud Ready for a fight - LET'S GO! Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box of matches Straps the 'ol chain, dirty trousers, ripped t-shirt and...

Spring of '81 - Summer '82 Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you? Fall of '83 - Winter '84 Infiltrated us, tried to take it all Where were you when I had no bed? Where were you when I had no food? Why did...

Terrorist kill in the name of God Is this the same God we learn to trust? Who shall we blame for all the hate today? Is it the church or this fuckin' state? Terror warning red! Kill for cash! Kill for cash! Media...

Summer punks on Avenue B Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me Their gutter smell offends me Who made it cool to live in poverty? On the beat, cop'ers running the street Taking New York City away from me They...

I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting Seems to me I'm always in the blame Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed I fight the law you turn away, are you listening to me? Let it go on,...

I wanna feel again I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD! I wanna bleed again I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD! Breaking glass in the burning nights No, it's not an illusion Figure it out, man! Can you shout! Viva la...

It all went wrong Where's it all gone Where'd it all go? Outraged on Avenue C Thinking back on how it used to be What's built up has been knocked down Those beliefs we held so strong- So strong! Fucking weakened to the...

City streets full of anger Broken bottles and gentrification You don't know were you fit any longer Opprotunities have faded away Making needs to stay alive A vague memory of right and wrong Time bomb! Life's been a...

What's that playing on the radio? On the radio, on the radio I hear the music blasting from across the hall It drives me crazy I can't take it anymore Until it stops I'll keep banging on your wall What's that playing...

Riot! Riot! Riot! C'mon let's go [x3] Just today like any other day Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say? Fuck their peace, fuck what they have to say Who's to accuse for all this fucking mess? Well...

GO! Revolution Rock- a rock n roll invasion Street sound, roots rock n roll sensation Revolution Rock- a rock n roll invasion Street sound- rock n roll Hey little rude boy, take to the streets Lace up your boots,...

Just the other day I threw the trash through Rony's window Pissed on the wall of the 5th St. precinct Ran around screaming LOUD FAST RULES! Ain't that the truth Dead end boys we never gave a fuck Run Johnny run, go...

Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head Nobody to answer to No rules to compromise Gonna do what I wanna do Nate you and all your kind...