What's this world coming to? Live our life the way we want The companies can't force you Disobey, or be a runt Cause we live our life the way we want
The Babylonian whore drink's thee blood. Buried eyes in her hand. She waits the bless' of new born flesh. In her womb blithering memories. Pleasure of
To liberty and honor under the honor roll "They've gathered up the cages the cages and courageous," The followers of chaos out of control (repeat chorus) "Disturbance
Fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream Spend all your money on the fashion machine Spots and stripes and spandex pants Pay a hundred dollars to learn how
Cries of anarchy, cries of freedom Cries of fury in the United Kingdom Started out loud, started out young Started out poor and just for fun Tales of
You're sixteen going on thirty-two Confusion of age surrounding you Cigarette dangles from your painted lips You wear the shoe because it fits Put on
Life has been the same for a long time Go to scholl and witness the crimes Go home and see it on the evening news Then we got nothing to do If there
You keep talking about talent Talent? What do you know? Instead of studying theory We're going to get up and go Get up and go Get up and go Get up and
My vision's clouded, the sun is dark I've lost my way, I've lost my mark Chased by something in another way Hoping to see the light or another day Getting
Deadhead, deadhead, take another toke Deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy joke Friend of the devil, who you trying to kid Friends of the devil are dead
The story begins, In a legendary land, From mountains from the sea, In a cold winter day When wind whispers, silently. The birds are afraid Of what they
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We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the dancers
of chaos out of control The call came in to Party Central Meeting of the green and simple Try to tell us something we don't know Disturbance at the
on your hand It's hard to rock when you can't see the band You have enough money to pay the rates But you can't get in because of your age Minor Disturbance
was a little boy My mama dropped me on my head I felt kinda dizzy but the doctor Made note of all I did Chorus Ever since then theres been a slight disturbance
I'm Disturbed and alone, sound erosion on it's own, Can't take noises, they just drone, So I suffer, on my own. On my own [x4] All the noises
your hand it's hard to rock when you can't see = the band you have enough money to pay the rates but you can't get in = because of your age minor disturbance
