mohican_tunes

In the tube a gang in black
Purple stubble and tiger strap
They make a stink, some get freaked out
By the volume of the mohican sound

Chorus



borstal

Now you're in a jam
Hold your head between your hands
Clench your fist to keep your ground
In a war that can't be won

Refrain


Banned to the

self_rule

Ruling class, we don't need you
All governments out, don't need no leader
We had a lot of systems, they all failed
All warlords have been wrecked bu their own wargames


concrete_jungle

In the shadow of the concrete giants
Got to live there from day to day
Grey cold houses have been there for too long
Hear the voices of the kids'sad song

Chorus

obscene_army

Chorus


The Obscene Army

The crowd has gathered and we turn on the heat
To put an end to this boring shit
With boots, spikes and leathers, with bow

beware,_poisonous


scream_and_shout

They like to say that fortune sides with the brave
You've done your best and have failed yet, so it can't be right
Now you have turned the tables, and no trouble's in view
Yo

bleed

Once the king you bro'jght on your decline
You tried to make it on the borderline
Now I can't help you treating you with deep disgust
Cause too much set me wondering in past

factory

Down in the oxyfactory
Mould and shattered glass you see
Safety-dresses ain't of use
The air is tense of blaring noise

Chorus


Down in the o

weirdoz_go_home

A bunch of thugs' approaching
You're molested for no reason
With faces looking angry
You're beaten till submission

Chorus


You're kicked in

down_the_drain

Can you hear the sound on the street?
Voices carry far if there is a need
People staring, getting hectic
Boys in blue are turning active
When the time has come for the

(dance_on_a)_razor_blade


drug_shock

The dealer said I looked sad and bored
And I should taste of his novel drug
He gave me a small free sample then
And I blew up the powder in my veins

There's no

insane

You drive me insane, my back's to the wall
I can't make headway with this pressure at all
My mind's upset I gotta get away
And jam the gearing of the whole machine
The

dead_end_generation

It's the same old game, but you can't keep up
You mouth is gonna cry, but they wanna keep it shut
What do you expect in this break down age?
Spit out mate and give vent to yo

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