I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter. Brought her coat from Paris; that one I bought her And we brought some bread to feed the swans, But they were already gone, they were already gone
Ya ya the punks are tough But those rock and rollers All the hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well We don't, we don't, we don't We don't, we don't, we don't
I'm your mother's son, that fucking holy roller And I just stand still Watch the world grow colder And I can't change, I can't change
Ya ya the punks are tough But those rock and rollers All the hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well We don't, we don't, we don't We don't, we don't, we don't
And I got work to do when I'll play with your head in your hands I'll just lay with my head in my hands
I'm not afraid to die Don't care if I get older Cry, cry, no I don't cry, I just take it over I just take it over
You love those rock and rollers You love those rock and rollersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
