Punks on parole

Another fucked up life again
Still crawling in the dirt
Another fucked up day again
With nothing more to drink
Another fucking empty bottle
Still crushes the floor
Another fucked up mind again
Life is so absurb

C: So hear what I say and you'll get the point of view
We are the punx on parole - breaking all the rules
And everytning I say is pointed at you
We are the punx on parole - rocking on... for you

Another restless hour here
I'm running on desperate
Another day on the run
Trying to find the pub
Sitting down and thinking
About a drink and myself
Drinking for my freedom
It's the great way to end