1. |
Wrong Place/Wrong Time
01:52
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nowdays punk is not what it used to be
liars and traitors (is all what now i can see)
thousands rules, no more freedom of speech
i feel like a dog (on their fucking leash!)
who gave you that bloody right to judge me
(like i commited some fucking crime)
when i take a look on this fucked up punk scene
(i know i'm on wrong place at the wrong time)
these virtual warriors with their empty lives
searching for crap and stories (that lies)
canceling gigs, destroy bands their reputation
hello son, (welcome to the new fashist nation)
just watch what you say - watch what you do
cause you never know - whos watching you (watching you)
punks not dead but it starts slowly dying
and ive got no more will (to keep fighting)
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2. |
Boulevards Of My Town
01:29
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these are streets of my town
where are my friends, my home
(i'll never feel alone)
and every day and every night
i wanna lost and roam
(just on my own)
in the streets of (my city)
these boulevars of mine
i keep in my heart
(it's my own part)
my past, my present
my future, my death
(until last breath)
my home, my town, (my city)
every night we drink in bar
and lost all worries
(this is our stories)
and after that when i go home
by my endless streets
(keep my heart beats)
all my thoughts are clear
that's why i love living here
this city - our city
olomouc city
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3. |
Commies
01:30
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they came to our land in '48
there was nothing we could do
bunch of red pigs full of hate
our worst nightmare had come true
they brought us nothing but pain and suffering
we must did what we were told
and that's why i'm still wondering
why some people likes them at all
don't you see what they did to us
what they did to our land
so many destroyed and broken lives
against commies we must stand!
smash the commies beat them down
out time has come right now
smash the commies beat them down
until they hit the .. hit the ground
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4. |
No Blood For Oil
01:20
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what's wrong with the world
we are still killing people for oil
goverments are hungry
where's spirit of this country
it's rotten game
who will next take the blame
accuses one another
we know it's just hunt for power
we don't wanna more
(stop this nonsence war)
destroy goverment
(save that crying land)
politics are wrong
(united we are strong)
together we can win
(our fight just begin)
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5. |
Hate 88
01:34
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fascists in my town never get a chance
we kick their asses if they wanna raise their hands
there was dark ages when they ruled our streets
but no more these days punx here meets
WE HATE 88
boneheads without brains believes in this shits
yes we care we are young punk rock kids
(never again never again) with their hate
(now we are here without fear) we are not afraid
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6. |
Boys In Blue
01:19
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we got enough police (brutality)
it's just bunch of pigs (in blue)
zero intelligence (zero morality)
as i say all are dicks they go (after you)
this is police oppression
(no more police oppression)
13-12 (all cops are bastards)
burn down their stations (smash their cars)
they are mercenaries (paid by a state)
and only feeling i have for them (is fucking hate)
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7. |
Punk Rock Saved My Life
01:29
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punk rock got special place in my heart
it's my life it's my way from the start
i was young outsider without faith
now everything looks so great
punk rock saved my life many times
when i was thinking about suicide
when things go wrong i'm staying strong
cause i got my faith
these days of mine are perfectly fine
(i feel so strong)
these days of mine are perfectly fine
(more than before)
i know i'll never be down again
'cause now things go by my plan
future is bright with punk rock life
it's my style
for me and you
and our lives too
it means so much
to be punk rock
I owe you my life
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8. |
Drink & Fight
01:37
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i got broken heart just because of you (because of you)
and i don't wanna be broken too (be broken too)
so no regrets it's the right way (and only way)
how to survive another day (fucking day)
everything sucks, but i got my friends
couple of bucks, together we all spend
so what you say
just like in old days
we will fight
we will be drinking all night
so what you say
just like in old days
we will fight
we will be drinkin' 'til first light
we will be we will be
we will be drinking all night
we will be we will be
we will be drinkin' 'til first light
everyday in my job boss beats me down (beats me down)
and some of my friends are not around (not around)
but i still fight it's up to me (and only me)
for who i am and i want to be (don't you see)
there's no more tears
after all these years
we're not alone
we take care of our own
'cause we are tough
and life is fucking rough
we know it's true
and we know you know it too
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9. |
Sick Business
01:17
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Every goddamn day they're beaten down,
Spend their whole lives behind the bars.
An animal is not a fucking clown,
Just look at their bodies full of bloody scars.
we must fight against this with no excuses,
Before it will be to late.
No more animals in fucking circuses,
go to hell with this sick parade.
It's so pathetic to kill an innocent creatures,
just because of selfie,its ivory or its fur.
I see no difference between trophy hunters and poachers,
without your stupid gun you won't be that powerfull.
Do you really think that you are a hero,
when you're about to pull the trigger.
There's one thing you should know,
your small dick won't get any bigger!
I've heard you like to wear some fancy fur coats,
and you really love leather seats in your car.
Do you even know,how many lives these things cost,
don't you think your stupidity just comes to far?
So tell me,how you can sleep at the night,
with their blood on your fucking hands?
Against fur industry we will always fight,
'cause killing just for style makes no fucking sense!
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10. |
In The Name Of God
01:31
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people still starving on the streets
innocents are dying on battlefields
earthquakes, famine, floods and cancer
all i want is just a simple answer
where's your god now?
in the name of god, millions were killed
by fanatics with the - cross on their shields
everyone who stood against - the god will
sooner or later with his life - paid the bill
say bye to the god now
you say only for god my heart beats
while children are abused by the priests
the time has come and you should admit
that this fucking bastard doesn't exist
i have no doubt
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11. |
Never Surrender
01:32
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every fucking day you go to work
system beat you down you feel like a jerk
you got no money because of tax
you wanna live but you lost your track
it's just another day in paradise (fucking nightmare)
but guess who pay the (fucking price)
YES YOU! this system wanna break you
but you never surrender!
lights went out on your lucky star
every day you got brand new scar
but you can't stop there's must be something
you can live for at least one thing
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12. |
Burning Heart
01:35
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you never loved me
you said you must leave me
since you're gone
i'm waiting on my phone
i was just a fool
but my heart is full
of you
you are still in my heart
my burning heart
you leave my city
now you feel so pity
but nothing can be the same
what a fucking shame
IN MY BURNING HEART
you are still there
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