Traduzione: Terranova. Heroes.
It's a badly calculated move When you think we feel we need to prove That we paid our fucking dues Well, you're the one that's fucking new You'd know
We're all presidents, We're all congressmen, We're all cops In waiting. We're the workers of the world. There is the elite and the dispossessed And it
Viento a rafagas traidoras a veinte bajo cero blancos cumolos y sol de un amarrillo viejo densas nubes de vapor envuelven las palabras con aroma de conspiracion
You ask me where I was in 1977 You ask me what I did in 1982 But this is fucking 97 Now we're the punks and where the fuck are you You tell me I can
Your words are worth as much as the 40 oz. you pissed out all over the front lawn But for now fuck the draft even though its been over 20 fuckin' years
(Strummer/Jones) Hanging About Down The Market Street I Spent A Lot Of Time On My Feet When I Saw Some Passing Yabbos We Did Chance To Speak I Knew
They said that we were trash, Well the name is Crass, not Clash. They can stuff their punk credentials Cause it's them that take the cash. They won't
[Originally by Generation X] They customized their gear and synchronized The flame out in the streets with flame in their eyes Guerilla operator ain
Check that writing on the wall It's been there all along but we've paid no attention Packaged disent for all So eager to buy in but never question intentions
Quiero volar y estrellarme en el fondo del mar Mis amigos surfer punk del salvador me ayudaran... porque hay una sirena, que esta muriendo de pena, porque
Welcome home, welcome life So unknown, when you arrive The fire, so cut the wire Your eyes, your small eyes Your eyes, your hopeful eyes Welcome life
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fa?nf, sechs, sieben, acht Visciouscounterpoperosionrevolution101 Drop kick the punks We want a change Blaspheme the pop Call
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-
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..
Sitting in the russian bath house on the avenue b No matter how much we sweat we just can't agree Ai razminku yorshikom provodim my Nobody learns no
Immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk Immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk Immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk [x2] Punk! Upon arriving to the melting