Тексты песен «U.S. Bombs»

You got a ticket to my place Short ride on the "L" train Get off between Broadway and main I forget the name I'm in a rocket to Russia I'm wa'hin the Detectives Listen to a record at the end of the world...

dont need you (4x) i dont get along with no one i cant stand it when you try to help im on the defense thats what wins as what the hell ya lookn at DONT NEED YOU heres the line so stay on yer side yer so sensative go...

I heard you're angry because there's a 'cause Don't you remember what you're fighting for? They're gonna take you to bed They're gonna give you one for free The side is lookin' good and they wanna turn you on Turn you...

i rang you on the phone and before you hung it up you told me to get a steady job and quit living like a scum got no memories sold my used-to-bes all i know is what i know and you dont know me no no no dont wanna go no...

Intro: Oklahoma city bombing cover up Timothy McVeigh is innocent By preponderance of evidence Lets get it straight a cover up is no accident Evidence isolates the patsy lone assassin Conquer and divide tactic is...

all of my friens theyre actin like theyre dead all of friends lie about what they said some of them get in a band the wagons really full this week yer a funny punk yer wisdoms full go back home back where you belong go...

Get me a box of matches Get me a load of pills Need no key for yer city No time for cheap thrills This is what ya call action Never got nothin' to do She never wants to be seen hangin' with me No way gonna lose...

I'll be the last to understand While you were demoralized God damnit times still on yer side A rolling stone no less the Dischords on the side Just add a star up in the sky With broken records broken spirits We broke...

Billy said go get your gun There's a revolution going on Billy hooked up a gang of hood To this day, youngest guns Desperado's got nothin' Hang up high for anything Sioux will scalp ya, Apache roulette Bow your head...

I woke up and fell of a root They arrested me with a broken foot You told the cops you didn't know who I was A week on the city three hots and a cot Day one I got a taste of the shakes No sleep at all, it's past eight...

Too much pressure, gonna self explode The baggage keeps on pilin' up My future dangles from the end of a rope No coat tails to sew on my coat This is just a fame, it's just a game Good God above take me out now, now...

Hey you, were'd get that blues? In a juke box job down town Say gee it's quarter to three - and she left me by the record machine I know I'm gonna even that score - This time is for sure Say man haven't felt this bad -...

Without her i can't get up and lace my shoes down at the corner i get her and we recluse gave me a million dreams stripped me of everything sick to my guts im your eternally her and me makin out on the toilet seet...

without her i cant get up and lace my shoes down at the corner i get her and we recluse gave me a million dreams stripped me of everything sick to my guts im your eternally her and me makin out on the toilet seet...

Brought up as peasants at the bottom of the hill Hobroken's only view, a mountaintop rubber plant The factory whistle blows twice every day Smokestacks make the skies black So thick, I could hardly see I ain't gonna...

Downtown hangin around Over and under in and out Stanger now in a different town My babe so far away She at the top of the world Im way down here Way down under with the kangaroos Right down im at the pleasure chest...

downtown hangin around over and under in and out stanger now in a different town My babe so far away she at the top of the world im way down here way down under with the kangaroos right down im at the pleasure chest...

Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring There's no dough in the ghetto A nine to nine, got a barmy life And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun Bel Air...

I aint goin to work today yea why not? 'cause id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We...

i aint got no rhythm draggin me around i'm the white kinda color on the wrong side of town and all the people down in brixton town said hey white boy wont you lend me a pound aint got no pund no dollor or quid dont pick...