goal, a life truly your own. Better a new course than being adopted by society [Chorus:] come on follow they'll never catch us moving on come on follow
翻訳: 葬儀ドレス. 次はCome On.
Wrap it up, strap it in. I'm in for a little sin Rollin' on, I'm glad, entering a town gone bad Well you know - you know What I want - I want Some liquor
the battlefield He's leading my comrades givin' in to the battlecry Against the grain of all the lies I just wonder why Little soldiers on a row taking
make a change Punx and skins we're all the same we're working class and we're proud together we shout, shout it out LOUD ! Join the team and carry on
Shooting lies, we're target n° 1 The clock is always ticking, terror has begun Time for an apology, get on your knees Time for an apology, get on your
Chorus:] ooho-underground unity ooho-underground unity ooho-underground unity hot as hell, it's heaven alright thumping beat, sound and light arm in arm row after row comes
want I'm telling you ... all you want I'm asking for ... all you've got I steal your soul in front of you believe the lies ... all you want come pay
Party on, party on, party on, party on, party on, party on, beer and whiskey all night long, party on, party on, party on another lonely night at home
on your grave a 1000 mls an hour on an empty tank of gas eyes open wide, getting nowhere fast [Chorus:] on my way, I can't stay, cant you see, I'm a psycho! on
sound of the suburbs on the street This is the sound of the suburbs of the city This is the sound of the suburbs on the street Still looking down on
I'm on to the next All of this because I ain't respond to your text Big up to you bum bitches and your ten dollar dresses Big up to the big girls, y
mother, think on me no more An' winter held high 'round the mountains breast And the cold of a thousand snows Lay heaped upon the forests leaf But she dressed
to see in the Broken hearts parade And I'm putting my heart out on display There's no masquerade Just a funeral march for love today The band strikes up and they're playing a song Dressed
lifestyle, I'll walk you through First mix the Louie wit the Johnnie-Walker blue Now peep the hooptie, I'm followed by my crew Hundred thou' in jewelry when the God come
the diction Crushin' my afflictions, I'm sick in the mind, depends on who you ask And I can do anything dependin' on the task I tend to be on blast more
amends, for bloodshed is fate as coffins line cobbled streets the bastards still watch o'er no savior comes to aid the saints the funerals still proceed
