wild seed when I was a kid Slangin' dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin Psychedelic visions would ensue my view Feelin' the alter-states as they altered
through Now your girl's pickin' up the cell when I call you Talkin' slick like she ain't here She don't want you no more, punk disappear, click I need
a stir crazy dog and a graveyard of old "jimmy" hoods sudays we'd run for his stash at the new york state line that summer when moments of circumstance altered
. Doch der Unterschied ist jungs es gibt schon viele die real sind, doch die Kids die gut situiert sind wolln so sein und kopiern es. Alter, sei Gangster
for me Check out any wall - One hundred punks rule One hundred punks rule Check out any wall - One hundred punks rule One hundred punks rule I checked
m a thug, so think what you will I got a girl with a curl and a hommie named Sonny Never smoked crack 'cause the shit smelled funny King Tee, my alter
Achillesferse tut mir weh. Und das Einzige, was nicht kaputt an mir ist, sind die BrA?cken in meinem Gebiss. Ich bin ein alter Mann, schweinealt! Nur ein alter Punk
money got props in it Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump Here to pump punks with real hot lead
still lost while Challenging in physical combat Show me the ringleader and the Wiz'll go bomb that I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease They say bigger punks
Vest with your blessin? Lord I?m desperate You gave me your life So I look forward to my exit I used to be a punk-kid Used to wanna run, with Dudes dat
Vitamin. So alle zwei, drei Jahre droht, in Schweden eine Hungersnot, Ich gebe gerne, meistens Reis, bekomm ich jetzt den Nobelpreis?? Ach, Schweden, ruf ich, Schweden, alter
Vitamin. So alle zwei, drei Jahre droht, in Schweden eine Hungersnot. Ich gebe gern, meistens Reis, bekomme ich jetzt den Nobelpreis? Ach, Schweden, ruf ich, Schweden, alter
against all odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little other than ourselves. Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive
we will fistfuck the walls around us, until the world crumbles down around us leaving all of our tresspasses lying at deaths door go, dont step to me you punk
gauze, but catourized wounds bleed if you ain't ethered the cause, king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?), porn king of newyork, alley punk
the stars in his eyes are dead) He is poised to a very strange degree Wrapped up in emotional imagery Small and senseless on an alter ego trip He wants to alter
Diologue: Oh, shit, god damn, I almost hit that little punk rock kid Aw shit, god damn, what's happening here? Damn helicopters And all I saw was some
our copper turned gold. In the discotheque the strobes pulsates, As the punks and junkies masturbate. Their burning bodies permeate in ecstasy and altered
