Sons of working class Rebels with a cause Rockin' out the Subs Riots in the streets Maggie and her pricks Are trying to forese No money in their packs Guitars on their backs Playin' loose and fast Firing Rock 'n' Roll A cellar recs their souls Waitin' for a cal
One day they'll ed their quest And everyone will point up their fists TO SKY Their legacy will live on and on That day is yet to come But they can shout loud to the MIC: OK - Ooooh My!
Denim on my legs Leather on my chest A mullet in my head Craving for the gigs Penniless I live Dreaming of '80s Heroes on the stage From the golden age Dancing on your grave The spirit of the past A passion that it lasts I won't hear you laugh
One day they will return With Heavy Thundering fists TONIGHT Their legacy now lives with me That day is coming now And I can hear The speakers that cream: OK - Ooooh My!
Back to the Glory Days
In this captured city let the Inferno arise My own battlecry will set the stage alight! Laying down the law I'm running free tonight I've got Heavy Metal music in my blood!
Back to the Glory DaysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
