Oh my god hardcore kids everywhere
With their hair gel and their color green
How do they look so good while their convictions remain so strong?
Because their hair gel that they use isn't tested on animals
And their swallow tattoos are fucking lame
And cocaine is essentially vegan
And they don't give a fuck anyway
They're so vain, and yes, this song is about them
Oh my god post-hardcore kids everywhere
With their violence and pomposity
So fucking straightedge getting high off of self-righteousness
And praying to a sideways cross
So urban, so infantile, so angry, so young, and so poor
They don't need to use a crutch 'cuz they've got the wheelchair
Hey ho lets go were not dead yet, no
Anne Frank Army never stop lets go
Unholy flow, bro, edge of the death blow
All out war, time to grow, what do you stand for
Hey ho lets go were not dead yet, no
Anne Frank Army never stop lets go
Unholy flow, bro, edge of the death blow
All out war, time to grow, recognize your real foe
A little girls hopes and dreams, stomped by secret nazi police
You can choke a hope to death but the memory lives
Died in concentration camp, mass grave for the children
Anne Frank, one blood, one voice of the millions
Dark feelings, cause its growing stronger today
Hate killings, neo Nazis hunting their prey
Look the other way, pretend you dont see it no more
Racist crimes pay while you justify them you whore
Its not a coffee-shop dispute, hardcore, real war
Human rights activists get shot at their own doors
Stop sleeping and ignore, waiting more but what for
Fight is raw, blood is getting spilled, wounds are still sore
Bloods getting spilled, kids are killed, damage done
Another crying mom, another son, stabbed by Nazi scum
We all may be so different, but the game is still the same
Stand as one, enough of pain, put the end to racist shame
Vandalized synagogues, burning crosses in the night
Religious fascist radicals, burning infidels alive
The shit of same type, the shit we must fight
Know your enemy, recognize the darkness from light
Sad sight, cant slide, shine bright, stay tight
Fuck preachers of hate crimes, dont believe their fucking hype
Fuck this shit, its lie no matter black or white
Might makes right, unite, we're standing worldwide
I dont listen fascist idiot no matter what you say
Were Anne Frank Army and were here to fucking stay
Better pray to your gods, dont you know our name is legion
Kids of any color, any nation and religion
Keep kicking fiction, well kick your empty casket
Get blasted, now we gonna see how long you lasted
We're faster, no remorse for fencewalking whores
Well feed the hounds of Satan with the David Dukes swollen corpse
Incubator hens, you look at life through TV lens
You never gathered the remains of your slaughtered friends
You smile and shake the hands of racist friends-you walk the fence
And I dont give a damn what you are mumbling in your defence
Another politician tries to revise the past,
we gonna gag him with his lies and we must stand fast
Its not a test, its a battle for survival
Bash the fash, hang Nazi criminal, lock up the Holocaust denier
Spread the lies, litter minds it's a plot that you got, slut
But history cant be rewritten cause it lives in blood
You forgot we did not! You fucking rot!
Someday well find a way to get your motherfucking mouth shut
We want your guts and everybodys who supports you
Youre nothing but an enemy and I would laugh when hurt you
She works at hot topic
His heart microscopic
She thinks that its love but to him its sex
He listens to emo but fat mike\'s his hero
His bank account\'s zero
What comes next?
Same song different chorus
[Chorus:]
It\'s stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My Dickies, your sweat pants
My spiked hair, your new Vans
Let\'s throw up our rock hands for punk rock 101
She bought him a skateboard, a rail slide, his knee tore
He traded it for drums at the local pawn shop
She left him for staring at girls and not caring
When she cried because she thought Bon Jovi broke up
Same song second chorus
[Chorus]
Don\'t forget to delay... on the very last word
Seven years later he works as a waiter
She married a trucker and he\'s never there
The story never changes, just the names and faces
Like Tommy and Gina they\'re living on a prayer
Did you just say that?
I said
[Chorus x2]
It\'s stupid, contagious (same song different chorus)
To be broke and famous (same song different chorus)
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My Dickies, your rock hands
My spiked hair, your new Vans
Let\'s shoplift some sweatbands for punk rock 101
no panhandling they say it isnt a job
oh but i disagree ya ignorant slob
but there may come a day, when yer found down & out
and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt
ya might be a skinhead ya might be a punk
just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
thank you for shopping and please come again
you suffer to know, try even harder to see
making sense of yer life in a fucked reality
from decatur st. up to avenue A
from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay
ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career
for a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of beer
now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?
yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish
& yer askin real nice for them to letcha go
so they ask if they were shot in the street
would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no
after all of the times that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?
with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'
in the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'
yeah when we were alive we were wicked and young
with the good times we had and the songs we sung
now it's sad that you died and i wish you would stay
but i sold all my stamps at the end of the day
and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out?
Popeye:
(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around
my good friend gone was always there to share it with me)
after all of the times that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?
i got assualted by officer friendly
on the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye
i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"
he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out
spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead
my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head
and the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?
Neulich hab ich auf dem Dachboden 'ne Kiste entdeckt
Die hat mein Großvater '45 da versteckt
Drin war'n all die schönen Sachen aus der guten alten Zeit
Und oben drauf lag Opa's Uniform bereit
Opa war Sturmführer bei der SS
Opa war Sturmführer bei der SS
Opa war Sturmführer bei der SS
Sturmführer, Sturmführer bei der SS
I always wake up with the morning sun!
I always take my pills with herbal tea!
I always never cry, and I always wonder why!
I always have to watch myself when I go pee!
I really love my life and I'll also tell you what!
If I find a stick I'll put it in your momma's butt!
And pull it out and stick the doody in her eye!
Every Second Week - This Ship
Hold my hand strong because this ship is going down
Do you remember the time we thought these days would never end?
Young and innocent but everything has been stolen
Grown up and so alone now, drinking 'til we fucking sink
And the ghost of these years is only there to remind
We're trapped, we're locked in a fucking cage
And no matter where we are, no matter where we go
We'll always be alone...
Raise this one to the empty moments
Raise all the others to the great adventures we'll never live
Sit down, drink up all your regrets
Sit down, since we're all caught in this fucking dead end
It'll start with a fire, inside our hearts, and inside our homes
We're not scared now, 'cause we don't expect
Anything worse than these last three years
This is us, on our ship
These are rocks, filling our hands
These are the kids we'll always be
These the lives you'll never take
Bárcsak így gondolkoznának Mo.-n is. De nálunk csak a nike meg a bandás póló a divat. Meg az"attól vagy valaki, ha fel tudod sorolni a YOT tagjait", hány eredeti taggal láttad őket, "én régebben óta benne vagyok, te nem értheted ezt, meg amúgy is, hogy jössz ehhez" hozzáállás.
Why do you force a smile - when you know all the while
That you're burning inside, but don't want no one to know
The hell that you're in
As love turns to loneliness
Come out Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
aw But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
well, They showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
Aw, but they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done.....
Only the good die young
thats what i said
only the good die young x2
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
aw But that never hurt no one
So come on Virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
(you know)
Never lets in the sun
darlin only the good die young
woah
i tell ya
only the good die young x2
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
mmmm, And a cross of gold
But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information
You didn't count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
(oh woah woah)
They say there's a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it's better but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
the sinners are much more fun...
you know that only the good die young
thats what i said
i tell ya
only the good die young, X2
well your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation
Aww She never cared for me
But did she ever say a prayer for me? oh woah woah
Come out come out come out virgina dont let me wait,
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young
I'm telling you baby
You know that only the good die young
Only the good die young
Only the gooooooooooooooood
Only the good die young
Only the gooooooooooooooood
Only the good die young
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooo oooooooooo...
Help me in my search for knowledge,
I must learn the Secret Art.
Who dares to help me raise the on
Whose very name near stills my heart?
ASTAROTH
Discard your clothes and come on foot,
Through streams and fields and moonlit moors,
Your bodies soaked in secret oils,
Perfumed herbs will heal your sores.
Join me in my search for power.
Wives and husbands bring your kin.
We´ll be as one within the hour.
Let the Sabbat now begin.
Come, come, come to the Sabbat.
Come to the Sabbat - Satan´s there!
COUNT US OUT
every scene has it's marks/ so has hardcore/ but if hardcorekids become sheep/ then count us out/ hardcore a fashion/ count us out/ hardcore isn't about looks/ it's the message that counts/ respect think diy/ victory is ours/ hardcore a fashion/ count us out/ if hardcore becomes a trend/ veganburgers at mc donalds/ infest on mtv/ no for an answer
STRAIGHT EDGE, BUT NOT AN ASSHOLE
straight edge seems good to me/ there's nothing wrong with bein' drugfree/ but what's wrong with your attitude/ I will never judge people like you do/ can't you see it's all personal/ not an absolute truth/ if you're not able to respect someone/ drop out is what you should/ straight edge but not an asshole/ if you judge people it's your own fault/ if you don't like that someone drinks/ you're the one with a problem/ of course it's ok not to drink/ but it's also ok to do
HOODED SWEATER
what's happening with hardcore today/ why do the kids dress this way/ a catwalk with people that show sportswear/ champion, starter & nike air/ I want a cheap hooded sweater/ futuristic sportswear and training suits/ I rather wear rags than nike on my foot/ expensive clothing isn't better/ I want a cheap hooded sweater/ why do you pay that much for a sweater/ do you really think the quality is better/ the mark on your clothing shouldn't matter/ I want a cheap hooded sweater
Poor little Jimmy, it's first day at school
He doesn't know the answer so he's told he's the fool
"Stand by the corner you stupid little boy,
Our question must be answered or we'll take away your toys."
Teacher's got his views on the way you've got to be
(You may have your own opinion as long as you don't disagree with me)
Teacher knows what's best, remember teacher's always right
The teacher is this system and this system rules your life
Defiant little fucker he won't wear the uniform
So headmaster gets the cane out to ensure that he conforms
Everybody else must wear the shirt and tie they say
If you insist on being different, we'll have you taken away
Poor little Jimmy they've forced him to obey
He doesn't like school so he's absent for a day
One day grows to two days and then it's for a week
Teacher contacts Mummy. She says, "I've given him all I can"
All Jimmy wants is freedom but she doesn't understand
All her life she was told that if she didn't tow the line
She would end up just like Daddy and Daddy is doing time
Meanwhile little Jimmy's confused he's in despair
Mummy says she loves him as he's taken into care
She can't hold back the tears as she waves her son goodbye
Poor Jimmy's disillusioned, and he too breaks down and cries
Poor little child. They've forced him to obey
He wouldn't wear the uniform so they've had him locked away
Teacher knows what's best for you, teachers always right
Teacher is this system and this system rules your life
