The black sheeps of the 70’s, the real freaks aren’t forgotten
A dance of death with strong beliefs
Bloodstained shirts and razor skills, makes you feel alive until it kills
They’re like diamonds, you wouldn’t understand
Born and raised in generation junk, the uncensored oral history of punk
A dance of death with strong beliefs
Bloodstained shirts and razor skills, makes you feel alive until it kills
They’re like diamonds, you wouldn’t understand
Born and raised in generation junk, the uncensored oral history of punk
Kill me, please kill me
A twist from the feed, shoot up n’ say goodbye
Kill me, please kill me
Think twice if you join us, or leave me here to die
Delicious piece of art, tearing human souls apart
The fabulous disaster, like a needle in your heart
Wild city shakers, like j.t. And the heartbreakers, tearing authorities down
Ain’t it fun to challenge the undone, young loud and snotty, am I the only one?
Kill me, please kill me
A twist from the feed, shoot up n’ say goodbye
Kill me, please kill me
Think twice if you join us, or leave me here to die
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