Can’t you see we have no choice, can’t you hear freedoms voice. Can’t you tell were gonna be ourselves, whether we have a choice or not [x2] Won’t you see they silence your voice, so punk rock is our only choice. Won’t you see it’s about being yourself, whatever fuckin choice you’ve got [x2]
Resting on a bench, slogans stained up on a fence. I sit right here and wonder why nothing makes sense. A busker on the street plays alone outside a store, should I save my pennies and hand them to the poor.
[Chorus:] No clue and no future - The only future is the one you make. No warmth and no shelter - At this rate it won’t be that great. No clue and no future - It’s up to you what you really want to do. No warmth and no shelter for you.
Sitting on a corner of this road without a notion, in a fucked up city I stand today, no reconciliation. Hand some sense to the busker, it won’t cure animosity, but in the end it’s what matters and it’s best for you and me
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True no one can tell you who to be - Oh No So no-one can ever grind you down - No Way One simple answers all that’s left - This is all it takes Two simple words will make it clear - FUCK YOU
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There’s a future for you, there’s shelter for you [x4] Yeah you can have a clue [x4]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
