united together...you preach to us before don't change or sellout, that's what you said to us a blinded following, naive kids don't understand our music
You put is all on welfare and try to keep us tame The food stamps we get so we don't question the system Spread diseases on us and blame it on the gays
Look out! Look out! here somes a man Woody Guthrie, no one should forget Why - do you think he stood for you and me? Why - should no one forget about
You put your army on the street But I can't see the peace they keep They beat you up and gun you down The mayor wears the golden crown Call it Justice
PunkRock.. This Is A Anti-Hippie Song! We Dont Like Hippies! Punk has gone through changes From spiky hair to long Now anyone can say They're into
3, 4 Como estan idiotas y ignorantes Palabras bonitas te digo en la tele Voy a mentir a pobres y dar a ricos Huele a dinero en el pais de liberta SOMOS
How are you doing - brainwashed, ignorant, and deceived Beautiful words I will tell you on TV I will lie to the poor and give to the rich Smells like
"antes de las guerras podias regresar volver a sus casas volver a empezar una vida nueva todo quedo atras una vida nueva todo quedo atras" hijo de la
This is thee sound of an army in rage The kids are taking over the streets again The sound of broken bottles in the night, intense fright Look out the
Intro:The music if you can call it that physically assaults anyone dumb enough to listen Give me my fucking beer Sniffin Glue Drinkin beers Don't give
punk has gone through changes the tribes all get along from working class to politics destruction for us all Chorus KILL A NAZI KILL A BONEHEAD KILL
the fucking system tells you how you fucking really should be the fucking system tells you how you fucking really should act chorus stay punk stay free
you dredge to work, put on your boots your boss says you're a mess today sometimes you feel like a rat in a cage working so hard for minimum wage chorus
Sick of the pranks you play always on me, fuckin' insane I can see you all the way Always cool without the brains You put your pride above it all what
Their ink - is the blood they inject On my brain - spreading lies on us I'm next victim in line No more - no more - no more Media control Reports -
oi oi oi! we are the fuckin' punx the the fuckin' streets we are the fuckin' punx that make u get down on ur knees u wanna fuck with us well we will meet
We're heading off to Europe for another fucking tour Jacko in Scottland, can't understand a fucking word No money in our pockets playing for the English
of scars fucking hear the call ON THE FRONTLINE 4x Casualties army new breed of today generation of scars will fucking have their say rejected and unwanted by the system casualties