Tekster:
Guitar Gangsters Prohibition

Here I am sitting in my room. Something better start happening soon. I've been waiting here for far too long. I don't know where I'm going, and I don

No more fighting. No more war. So, what the hell are you marching for? No more copy of Vietcong. But still you wanna sing your protest song. No, no,

Tonight the world will spin forever, baby, hold on tight. With motor bike, grease, lace and leather, it's an endless Saturday night. Superman's gone

Turn it up again, we've got our aerials downtown. On cheap car stereo's, we've got a radio downtown. Feel the city shaking for miles around. Kick the

You always wanna stay in. We always watch T.V. You can see the rut that I'm in, Baby. You can see the man in me. You know I'll never argue or put up

Everybody wants to be my friend. Taking money I'll never lend. Everybody keeps on comin' 'round. My new friends springin' right outta the ground. Everybody