Young punk born to lose But never the right to choose At the 100 club there's not a lot else to do Ponce a drink maybe sniff some glue
A young punk asks where's the change As his world it's still the same As he stands up to pay his toll The problem's still wall to wall
Traffic sign punched in a night of frustration A night on the blocks to ease the tension But ask yourself does it really matter To the punk on the street without an answer
But mister we'll change your views If he wasn't tough he wouldn't be newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
