The sun is coming up but the morning is still black Union workers frown at the dealer selling crack A stranger walks his dog and dogs walk the blind Poor man sweeps the dirty streets He don't seem to mind
Time to get out of this Time to get out of this now Out of this city
HEY HO Blood and whiskey Broken rules Coppers and thugs Broken homes
We've got our music - our only weapon
Drunken kid bottle in hand stumbles down the street Walks straight past a homeless man No shoes around his feet Thugs down at the park with swatztika tattoos Kick around and waste some time sitting sniffing glue
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YOUR CITIES NO HOPE AND GLORYTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
