НАИВ - Punk’s not dead текст песни
[НАИВ - Punk’s not dead текст песни]
I made my own evolution
Now I'm living without illusions
Now I'm not so straight as I was
Too many people were involved
But then I found out that they were sold
They were sold by themselves
But who really wants to stuff
A white Kleenex up mу mouth?
Or rush to the toilet and slash their wrists
But who really cares - no one gets pissed
Your brain's a mess and that is fine
It corresponds to mine - fine
You can not pass your twenty-nine
Too mad? Your rage? We'll cool you down
Lay in your grave - don't misbehave
Lay - this is your grave
But who says we've been glued by the liquor
By the ones that were smarter & quicker
But who knows if Beatles raped Naive
And who knows if they're too naive to believe that,
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?
You only wanna screw and kill
Anything to make you ill - kill!
So that the vomit washes off my tears
Too many wounds that never bled
Too many magnums at my head, now
Now I decided to stop it all
But whales that piece of paper mean?
That all those suckers signed for him?
They are the dirty and I am the clean
They ate my garbage, now I eat their cream!
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?
Now I'm living without illusions
Now I'm not so straight as I was
Too many people were involved
But then I found out that they were sold
They were sold by themselves
But who really wants to stuff
A white Kleenex up mу mouth?
Or rush to the toilet and slash their wrists
But who really cares - no one gets pissed
Your brain's a mess and that is fine
It corresponds to mine - fine
You can not pass your twenty-nine
Too mad? Your rage? We'll cool you down
Lay in your grave - don't misbehave
Lay - this is your grave
But who says we've been glued by the liquor
By the ones that were smarter & quicker
But who knows if Beatles raped Naive
And who knows if they're too naive to believe that,
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?
You only wanna screw and kill
Anything to make you ill - kill!
So that the vomit washes off my tears
Too many wounds that never bled
Too many magnums at my head, now
Now I decided to stop it all
But whales that piece of paper mean?
That all those suckers signed for him?
They are the dirty and I am the clean
They ate my garbage, now I eat their cream!
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?
Punks not dead?