Hangin' about Down the market street I spent a lot of time on my feet When I saw some passin' yabbos We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing, ya' know An' they knew how to pose An' one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine
All the young punks Laugh your life Cause there ain't much to cry for All you young cunts Live it now Cause there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster And we went out Got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manager Though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract When they get 'em out on ya'
You gotta drag yourself to work Drug yourself to sleep You're dead from the neck up By the middle of the week
Face front ya' got the future shining Like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But it's better than some factory Now that's no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once I luckily got the bootTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
