THIS FOUL MOUTHED OFFENDER FILTHY AND GRIMY Like a sewer rat Watch out I bite I'm dangerous and wild Get out of my sight CASUALTIES.. COME ON CASUALTIES
NYC or P.D. you can see them on the streets All over New York City kicking the punks all around POLICE BRUTALITY - FOR YOU AND ME POLICE BRUTALITY -
Helicopters dropped us in the bush run for cover with an adrenaline rush moters crash tearing up the ground bodies lay lifeless on the ground Chorus-
American neurosis breeds a generation Full of idiots to control and lack of education NO SOLUTION - NO CONTROL Store bought fixations good at spending
123 Oi! What you're doing. Oi! Oi! Oi! Born in England. Oi! Oi! Oi! Bomb the hippies. Oi! Oi! Oi! Women have rights. Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! (
Politicians everywhere Coming over to the shows You can see them at the shows Preaching crap like they know it all Politicians....3x No More Politicians
Cornered in the alleyway,back street kids live for today We're kinda weird to you,you can't stand anything we do We have the right to choose,'cause were
Committed from the beginning There is no fucking turning back Forgotten youth, just wastes away Always forward, never look back Break all te fucking
Punx and Skinz are out everynight Punx and Skinz not looking for a fight Punx and Skinz just wanna have some fun Punx and Skinz will always survive Steel
Into a scene, full of lies Met you there, you seem alright Gave you love, Gave you a heart All you gave me broken heart Broken heart, I want it back
I'll tell you a little story A man roaming the streets The one with raggedy clothes The one you ignore to see I'll tell you a little story A man i
Soy rebelde de las calles muy pobre soy rebelde lo ves en mi boca soy rebelde tatuajes en mis brazos soy rebelde las botas que llevo con la barra los
forming bands, setting up shows no more posers at the shows underground punk will be strong Chorus Repeat 1st Verse Chorus 40 ounce 40 ounce 40 onuce casualty
On the streets On the streets, I've got no home On the streets, I'm on my own On the streets, I'm all alone On the streets, I got no home On the streets
Riot! Riots in our cities fucking Riots at your schools Riots in this country we fucking Riot just for you Riot! Riot! Riot! Riot! Riots in your city
We dont need no law and order What happened to the freedom punk gave us What happened to the no rules class What happened to the individuality that punk
Call it pogo, call it chaos punk Call it crust, call it fucking anything Whye do we fight It's the same fucking song Oi! for the punx Oi! for the skins
I hated high school All the jocks and Barbie dolls So I joined the punk scene To get away from it all It seems that now days There's no escape from