Three punks sitting in a pub saloon in the town centre on a saturday afternoon time to drink up 'cos it's half past two now the punks just haven't a
I feel like I'm not wanted here and I wonder what I'm living for discerning eyes are burning me they make me feel like an outlaw Do you need a uniform
All the dudes hanging round in their dungarees disco girls dancing round to the same old beat to the dance floor show off your latest routine desperate
I might as well, stay unemployed cos pretty soon, all life will be void a mouthy leader is all it needs but we'll be the victims, of world war 3 And
[Andreas Hedlund] Sitting in the subterranean chamber Embraced by the vast solitariness Seclusion concealed by a vision's ember That speaks the words
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[Andreas Hedlund] Glacial deserts surround this habitat Where lounges are slaves to the Northern gale An inaccessible position on an inaccessible plat
[Oysten G. Brun] The fuse is about to burn Energy ignites the frames The halo around and through Flares in the sea-color blue The fable is about to
"We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more
[Andreas Hedlund] In this wasteland mankind has found its curse, The suffocative coldness and the ice storms Still, I am standing on a frozen universe
[Oysten G. Brun] The polar sun protrudes through the frozen wilderness As the endeavours of the silent wanderer summon in vain Cease to exist as the
[Andreas Hedlund] I've conjured my visions awake To render excitement to pride I visit the old for this sake And credulously follow the guide, A natural
[Oysten G. Brun] Frozen columns spearing the horizon Gazing throughout the stellar endlessness Alone at the peak of sole endurance Under the blue and
We aint got no time....to worry aint got no time....to worry aint got no time....to worry about them little things that bring me down bring me down noooo
I'd be a dead man hanging around, If it weren't for my pals in this town. C-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies. I'd wouldn't go down to the joint, There
(feat. Dr. Dre) [King Tee:] While these other cats are flashing their guns I got my barrel down your throat, you're coming up shook I brought that gang
I don't wanna lose you now It's already done I don't wanna walk away but You've already run I'd gladly turn back the hands of time If I had the words
By the way, how are you All your friends say that you're okay Without me, is that true Do you remember all the nights when We were lying on my car Staring