- A tale of moran
Who's doing shots of mouthwash? Who's puking up their dues?
Who's screwing on the top bunk? And who fell off their shoes?
Who's smashing up the longnecks along the firewall?
Who's busting rails and breaking wind in the bathroom stall?
We've worn out our welcome in every bar in town.
But before we get thrown out again, we'll burn this shithouse down.
We know we ain't too pretty, and we know we're outta line
And we're outta luck, but who gives a fick, we never spent a dime!
- Belief
Well this here is an song for all the people with a heart
Who've always believed in us right from the start
Fifteen years on, it´s been a long long way
We've been trough good and bad together, I would miss it for a day
This is a dedication to all who were always there
For having belief in us and that you really care
What this means to me no words can ever describe
- Boys Will Be Boys
Going out for days on end, almost living in pubs and bars.
Acting like a maniac, no bridge is too far.
For years this was our only goal; our only goal in life.
Didnt have no time to think just trying to have a good time.
Boys will be Boys
But my life has been changed since those wonderful days.
- Citizens Revenge
Discipline - Citzens Revenge
Over the years so much was said and promises were made.But nothing at all was ever done and now it is too late:
The time has come to call for arms, we re gonna take our cities back.
Barbed wire on the streets tonight.
The citylights are out tonight.
Barbed wire on the streets tonight.
- Dead End
Old people got taken for a ride,
Just out on the streets
Just for a few lousy coins,
They get beat
Junks sharing and dumping
Their dirty needles on the streets
Young kids who're just playing outside
- Downfall of the Working Man
I remember their stories, they still remember their time.
They still see all the pictures of those glorious times.
It seems so far away but really it's not.
They built up this country that's now left to rot.
Downfall of the working man
Three was a time when working class filled this nation with pride.
- Everywhere We Go
On the train to another town trying to make our way to the footballground.
Every weekend another game, everywhere we go it´s always the same.
A few hours later it´s over again a 4-1 less we didn´t have a chance.
We´re leaving the stand we´re on the move out on the streets all hell breaks loose.
Everywhere we go
We´re invalding the town, this city is ours, tearing down fences and smashing up bars.
- Hang up your boots
What you do that's nothing new
It's all been said and done
You can do whatever you want
If it is what you call fun
You can hang around with all your pals
Drink until you're beat
Dirty looks to all you pass
Walkin' down the street
- Hooligans Heaven
His mom is always complaining.
That nothing can save his soul.
He doesn´t give a damn about anything.
Just football, drinks and Rock´n Roll.
But he ain´t nothing special.
He is just like the rest of his mates.
Fighting for his colors and getting in trouble.
From time to time a guest of the state.
- Live Like A Loser, Die Like A Hero
Жил на свете старый Афанасий-бомж
На обезьяну в ватнике он был похож Каждый вечер он бутылки собирал
В подвалах и на теплотрассах ночевал Но как-то выпил он очередной фунцирь И двинул кони старый грязный ковыль Давай, давай, Афанасий давай,
Давай бутылки собирай, давай, давай сдавай
Не будуь больше люди все плевать вокруг
Когда проходит мимо наш обоссаный друг
Больше не услышишь его хриплый лай: "Эй, парень, бутылочку дай"
Так и не научившись читать и писать
- Nice Boys Finish Last
Nice boys finish last
My mother used to tell me
That nice boys don't play rock 'n roll
And I guess she was right
'coz I'm a crazy fuck who's on the roll-v
We're gonna play it rough
We're gonna play it hard
- Nobody Like Us
I've heard it all
a thousand times before
You all got lots of talk,
do you really want to start a war
Nobody likes us - But we don't care!
If you want blood, you've got it,
- Prison Bound
Well, I´m goin´ to a place where the touhg guys go.
And come out ven tougher.
A place where a man don´t show his feelings.
A place where a man don´t cry.
Well they I´m being punished.
And say say I can be reformed.
But some day I´ll return.
Did they really think that this time it will work.
- rebel yell
Last night a little dancer
Came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumping on the floor
She said a come baby
I've got a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above
- Road To Freedom
Road to freedom
Freedom is my name and I sing you this song.
Listen to these word and IÂ'll prove you wrong.
I will make the fire burn deep inside of me.
To be as free as a bird, just count on me.
Road to freedom
- Same Old Story
I don´t want you around, I don´t want you near.
But you just don´t seem to get it clean.
That there´s no future together for me and you.
For all these years you´ve been around.
You cheated on me you´ve tried to drag me down.
Always and always - Forever without you
Don´t want to spend my time together with you
- The End Of The Road
Do you remember when we were young.
And all our hopes and dreams were so strong.
All the good times we always had.
Those days I never forget.
The end of the road
Now the time has come to let it rest.
- These Boots
These boots of mine helped me trough all along the way.
Through rain and through sunshine, badlands and better days.
Life can be tough sometimes, don´t know if I'll survive.
But I´ll never surrender, I'll always keep my head up high.
When I found myself in times of trouble and there was no one therefor me.
I felt like giving in but that just wasn´t me.
So I put on these boots and get back an track again.
I fought hard to make it back and I´ll fight until the bitter end.
- These Streets
When I walk these streets today, they remind me of yesterdays.
When I see these streets today, It´s like I´ve never been away.
When I´m driving trough this town, I see the faces all around.
The remind me of the past and all the good times we ever had.
These streets are tattooed in my heart, They´ll never go away.
This is where it all started, It still makes me feel proud today.
These streets they got a history, Here the forgotten memories still remain.