If you don't see no punks in downtown, D'you know this town is dying quick? (It's just no good!) I'll get it to you in this now: You'll have a trouble
Rebellious love Is begging door to door But finds the silence Like no one lives there anymore Rebellious love This day ain't got no place And is running
Revolution is internal Help yourself at any time Evolution isn't over No no no no, no no no no We are about to use our mind Yeah Yeah to learn the language
Darling, darling, darling, darling... My sacred darling Darling, I believe that your obsession is your only way out of here It's your only spiritual
Ah here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting To put all the Don Juans to shame There'll be cadre dance for all the beautiful and homely No one
Questa storia, ha un'unica morale Vse v raspizdu-to maniacale, I paranormale O solnce santa marinelli, izlizannoi toboyu Ya poluchal ne raz, tai-da-
Caravan is comin' All guitars are strummin' Chief is sitting high With gold across the chest I'm just a little chavo I don't even own a guitar But mama
And only yesterday you thought You were Peter The Great With all, all your troops. And only yesterday you thought Your name shall be carved in stone.
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska Gypsies were passing through her little town They dropped something on the road , she picked it up...
My strange uncles from abroad yes I never met'em! but I took everything they wrote and I'll never forget 'em! Through the mystical communication
Brother, our singing, is like an alarm ringing, We have words at the ready as if something's going wrong, Daddies of the girls, they don't like us singers
Start wearing purple wearing purple start wearing purple, for me now all your sanity and wits, they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of
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What was here now is gone Up and down like everyone Walk the earth in lonesome cry But when the sun comes up When the sun comes up It will be on your
I come to New York to start a Gypsy punk revolt Now that it's rockin' so why don't I just go home? Hei Chavorale,...Think Locally! Palo Mande,...Fuck
First time I had read the Bible It had stroke me as unwitty I think it may started rumor That the Lord ain't got no humor Put me inside SSC Let's test
When there is trap set up for you, In every corner of this town, And so you learn the only way to go is underground. When there is a trap set up for
Suddenly door opened just a crack a hand reached out and ordered me to duck took me to a Sturm and Drang banquet where Rismsky and Korsakov they met