Brigada Criminal - La Fina Linea Roja

Brigada Criminal - La Fina Linea Roja. Ep 2007, Discos Subterraneos.

SUGAR SILEX

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El ring al fin y al cabo fue donde debiste terminar

Y no en aquel puto lugar lleno de maricas,putas,mierda,mugre y peste

Cruzando golpes bajos peleando como un animal

Buscandote el limite, directo y duro como pocos pero luego...

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No pudo ser

Aquel no fue

El gran final tan deseado

Alli gano un disparo cruel

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Tu nunca hablaste como hablaron todos los demas

Disimulabas bien, lo dificil no era hacerl sino hacerlo como tu

La ultima lucha no fue nunca tan real

Un puti-disco y en Irun ¿ Que ganabas entre ratillas sucias de poca monta?

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Y ahora esto se acaba

Sugar se nos va

Volveras a deleitarnos

Pero sera en otro lugar

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OTRO DESECHO PARA VOLKOVOy

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Intentar escaparte fue lo mas cobarde

De tu vida so mamon

Abandonarlos fue casi como si clavaras

Un cuchillo en cada corazon

Menos mal que al final no pudiste

Menos mal que pudo el alrededor

Y luego llegas aqui tal vez lo puedas oler

Te matarian por un reloj

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Intenta librarte de esto

Haber quien de los dos es mejor

Frio,trabajo, fria sagre, sudor

Otro desecho para Volkovoy

Hunde tu cara en la cama

Acaba esa puta racio

Y sigue llorando por llegar a haber sido

Otro desecho para Volkovoy.

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Aqui los dias se atrasan la basura te come

Esta es tu casa perdedor

Aprovecha la noche y amontona los dias

El tiempo no tiene color

Las paredesescuchan lo justo

Y nunca hablan de todo lo que paso

Te mereces el hielo, te mereces la nada

Te mereces lo peor

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Imaginate lo peor

Imaginatelo

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¿QUE MAS TE VAN A HACER?

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Los semaforos no funcionan cuando tu quieres pasar

De los que erais nadie queda y los nuevos ya se van

Tu inyectas a tu vida algo de velocidad

Mientras tanto vas mostrando tu total fatalidad

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¿Que mas te van a hacer

Esos julais de mierda?

¿Que mas te van a hacer? acaso matarte

Porque vas

Caminando sin reir, demostrando lo que vales

Apurando tus palabras y tus gestos porque igal

Otros vayan a venir y te claven su mirada

E intenten engañarte para verte morir.

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Tu estas hecho para esto y lo llevas en tu piel

Tu cerebro filtra mierda que en tu sangre huele bien

A seguir acelerando, no sentir pena ni piedad

Meter algo en tu cabeza te dara facilidad

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LA FINA LINEA ROJA

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Avanzo lentamente pero nada me persigue

Mi cabeza busca siempre otro lugar

Pero me gusta caminar, por esa fina linea roja

Esa que a cada lado te lo esconde todo

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Tampoco soy el angel que relame sus heridas

Busco algo parecido a la derrota, y al final

Ahora logro comprender, aquello que no va a volver

Mientras camino por la fina linea roja.

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Y es que mi mente te persigue cada dia

Pero alcanzarte cada vez me cuesta mas

Me voy, me largo hacia otra parte

No quiero que me des otra oportunidad

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Mi cuerpo es el que manda y el que rige mi destino

Mis botas se pararon hace horas ya

Amanece sin piedad, esto es triste de cojones,

El no poder hacer nada mas por mi mismo

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The Jacks - The Last Of The Real American Heroes

The Jacks - The Last Of The Real American Heroes. Ep 1999, Haunted Town Records

THE LAST OF THE REAL AMERICAN HEROES

Now it´s time to find the truth for yourself
It´s no hidden in a dusty book or buried on some shelf
It´s what they broke their backs for fighting on foreign lands
In the old cities of Europe and the stories of Japan

The last of the real american heroes

His name´s not on a wall but it´s filed in a shelter hall
You will never understand of the stories by hand
You will never learn the lesson told by those who taught
But only by who marched in battle served our country and fought

TONIGHT

Tonight we´re gonna go out on the streets
The feelings just so right it can´t be beat
Waiting all week for this time to come
Now we´re set to have some fun

Waiting all day for this time to come
Now it just seems like we´re on the run

Going to the show a little drunk
Go in the show gonna have some fun
A place where Skins and Punks can get along
Shout of unity when they sing theur songs

GUITAR GANGSTER

Everybody´s talking about revoltion
No one wants to know the final solution

Walk hand in hand with the boys on the job
Standing up with his battle songs
Backed up by numbers strong
Shouting for the workers to belong

This idea it isn´t fly by night
We won´t stop until there´s a fight

Got sidetracked thrown off his key
Be damn sure he´d rescue me
Six gun shooter strapped to his back
Shooting out riffs into attack

DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES

A pint of whiskey breaks at floor as silence soon begins
The man that helped them oh so much is thrown into a river
And like the tales that told of generations to come
The battle had casualty by the war isn´t won
The battle still continues through time
Exploitation is our meeting ground
A man is dead he fought for what he believed
A patron to all he´s remembered on our sleeves

Don´t tell no tales
Cause when a man is dead he don´t talk at all

He was tired of being pushed around for too many years
So he waged a war upon his boss living in constant fear
He made known of the facts that kept him down
Backed up by his workers a united town
A mothers emotions are hidden through ablack vail
The boss acts as nothings happened does he even care
Theworkers are still fighting for what they demand
But will they end up dead just like the rest of them.

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The Rejects "The Past, The Present & No Future"

The Rejects "The Past, The Present & No Future" (2007) CD - Autoeditado. 

FUCK YOU

The worst things you heard about me are trae

And that I don’t give a damn & I’m proud about it that’s true

I heard a lot of stories about my past

That I was violent drunk, a junkie & a mess

But I don’t really think that you’re better than me

So fuck you!

That I’m always drunk

Looking for a fight

And all the stupid things

You said about me, fuck you!

Now you talk me ‘bout the honour

The pride, the truth & your crew

When you’re just a fucking wanker

& your friends know that is true!

You think you’re nice, you think you’re so cool

When you’re just a freak behind the screen

I don’t really care what you think about me

So fuck you!

That I’m always drunk

Looking for a fight

Getting really sick

Of all this rumours and lies

And all the stupid things

You said about me, fuck you!

OUT OF CONTROL

I was just  a nice boy doin the best I can

And then I realized I had still a lot to learn

Always been rejected, could not fit in

And now I’m insane & out of control

Oooh! Nowhere to go

Oooh! To all the times I take a fall

Oooh! So all alone

Out of control

MASTER OF DISASTER

Born& raised in 1961 beneath the boiling hot California sun

He’s been surfin’, skating since he’s young

Did the Loop of Death yeah was the only one

The Exploding Fuck Dolls, U.S. Bombs, Political Crap, the Mess & the Hunns

He’s the Master, fast, most sick of all, disaster

Punkrocker, dodgy criminal, He can take a stand as he can take a fall

Well he’s the last in line, no one at all, disaster

Born looser, stell he wins ‘em all, livin0 on the edge but he never fallas

Roam the streets out with the Jaks all night

Getting into drugs & getting into fights

THANX TO ALL

About all I said & done

They told me I was wrong

And all this years and wasted time

Makes me feel that my life has gone

All the stupid jobs i had

All the stupid people I had to thank

They treat me just like shit

What the fuck, I don’t give a damn

Oooh Chances come and go, chances come and go

Nothing seems to change when things go wrong

Oooh Chances come and go, chances come and go

So I have to say “thanx to all”

Every time that I failed down

Smashed my bones againts the ground

I had to get up for myself

‘Cos it was no help around

Every woman I had met

All the man I had to threat

Broken promises and unfulfilied dreams

Made of me the man I am

LOVE & SIN

(Sin letra en el libreto)

ONE SIZE FITS ALL

I’ve fallen to my knees from bloody fists & shattered dreams

But it’s the only way I know

Just trying hard to make sense of this

When it seems so hard yeah when you’re always pissed

But it’s the only way to go

Oooh Walking down the streets

Oooh With no shoes on my feet

But I’m still searching

Oooh that size that might fit me

Oooh Seems will never be!

I’d have to face the fact

Of what I don’t give, oh yeah, I won’t back

But I don’t really seem to care

I’m sick & tired of people always saying “grow up”

Yeah, you’re all the same

The only thing I need is an ICE COLD BEER

Now things are clear

A life lesson is shown

I’m gonna have to make decisions fast

While I have another one

I’m gonna star forever young

FUCKED UP WORLD

Just 29 I can’t get myself a job

Take a look at the world and the world is fucked up

Someone needs help and no one gives a fuck

Take a look at the world and the world is fucked up

I walk on the street and somebody gets mugged

Take a look at the world and the world is fucked up

All alone hangin’ on a loose rope

Take a look at the world and the world is fucked up

Chancea re always fallin’ on me

You&Me

You don’t know moew or ane less than me

Drunk again just trying found some fun

Take a look at the world and the world is fucked up

Someone needs help and no one gives a fuck!

Take a look at the world and the world is fucked up

In this fucked up world where I can’t found none

I don’t have to have a world that is not for me

¡Cos I just need someone to help me get up off my knees

Yeah I’m all alone driftin’ away

& I don’t need to be feeling this way

78 R.P.M. (Stiff Little Fingers cover)

69 it was fine you say
But by 79 it's gonna be mine I say
71 rang the knell
72 we went through hell
73 & 74 only gave us more
Bloody bloody bloody bore

But now its here
Our new year

It's gonna be

78 revolutions a minute
78 revolutions a minute now

75 the same old jive
Christ will you tell me why
We're still alive
76 no kick you bet
But no way we ain't dead yet
But now its here gonna be

78 revolutions a minute
78 revolutions a minute now

It got better in 77
You say god know it weren't heaven
Stuff it we know it weren't no revel
Weren't no revel revel revel revolution

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8

Make up you mind drive
You blind gonna be

78 revolutions a minute
78 revolutions a minute now
I said now, I mean now, not
Tomorrow, do it now

JOHNNY (Hidden track)

Johnny was the satr of a punkrock song

He was a fugitive, he had nowhere to run

Too much drugs and violence brought him

Some bad consequences

Johnny was a soldier boy

He was just an army toy

He was put into the jail

For a crime he did not commet

It’s up to you, hey Johnny!

It’s up to put you to live your life

It’s up to you, hey Johnny!

It’s up to you, you made your time

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Far From Finished "Living in the Fallout"

Far From Finished "Living in the Fallout" CD/LP (2007) Think Fast Records/People Like You Records.

DISASTER

Woke up this morning in front of the ‘ol corner store
And every time I put myself down I keep on coming back for more
Now the bells of the church are tolling for another deserving saint
While I’m strolling the streets with no place to go
But I ‘aint asking for anybodies thanks

I’m a fucked up boy in a fucked up world
You’re never gonna see your life trough my eyes
And I’ll never know my reflection in their mirrors of misdirection
Washing away in a see of fucking lies

I ‘aint a fucking saint
Ya think I’m a bum
In a world that fucking rejects you, they think they’ve already won
Now they kick you to the curb like you’re some politician’s bastard son
Now everyone’s complaining ‘bout the things I already know
But what I wanna know are your ears bleeding from the sounds that are coming
From the radio

I’m a fuckin’ disaster…

PLAGUE

I feel kind of weakness
It’s a kind of mental sickness
Caused by caffeine and cigarettes
Aggravation from the shit I regret

I’m wasting away
But I can’t help but laugh at my own decay
Rot away from within
But the feeling’s so intoxicating

Think I lost my voice of reason
Guess I learned my last lesson
I hear something like a whisper
But all I see is my own murder

Struggle with mental compensation
I’ve got my own reservations
Don’t come too close there’s nothing I trust
The words have all faded my brains gone to dust

I’m wasting away
But I can’t help but laugh at my own decay
Rot away from within
But the feeling’s so intoxicating

I’m running out of time (it’s a plague that lives within my mind)
I’m running out of time (it’s a plague that lives within my mind)
I’m running out of time (it’s a plague that lives within my mind)

ROSES AND RAZORBLADES

Standing at the bus stop and heading on over the bridge
I was listening to the sounds of sirens coming over the hill
Running down the sidewalk looking at the cracks in the streets
Staring at expressions on the faces I'll never meet

Now I’m standing on the docks watching the waves as the city sleeps
I’m wondering how something so beautiful can cut so fuckin’ deep

And it's like roses and razor blades
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away

Here in lies my confession
It's a root of all of my aggression
See I'm a bitter motherfucker ‘cause I’m four steps back fall steps back
Hit the bottle and I'll never look back
But I ‘aint gonna give up, no I ’aint done yet

Now my only motivations are others expectations
What kind of punk would I be if I took shit for being me

And it's like roses and razor blades
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away
And it's these moments that make us realize
Maybe life ‘aint so fucking bad
Better be grateful for what you have

It's gonna be tough
We’ve got lost lives and broken hearts
We’re outcasts looking for angels
We find more comfort in strangers
And every time I look into my own eyes another little piece of me dies
We’ll never know what's keeping us alive

THE IMPOSTER

Walk away from all your anger
Come away from all your sorrow
Turn your back on all your pity filled embraces
It’s a hard road to cross
When you’re lost somewhere between jealousy and lust
Where were ya when the lights went out
Were ya caught up in all of your own doubts

Are you laying down tonight
Have you crossed your arms
Not on’ it for the fight
You don’t believe in anything anymore

Why don’t you run for cover when the rain starts falling
Why don’t you answer when you hear them calling
Why can’t you cry when you start falling
Why won’t you recognize when a good things calling

If I was ever happy I might of just been pretending
Well I burned that bridge a long time ago
And I was never one for mending
Can’t bare the risky distractions
Caused by the idiot attraction
I’m so damn tired I think I missed out on all the action
There’s nothing left of me
I was all that I could be
Turned around and the door was shut

Fight your jealousy with spite and frustration
When you’re a worthless fuck with too many expectations
When you build a life on pity then you call yourself a fighter
You’re pointing fingers at everyone else when you’re the imposter

Ya think it’s all right
Ya think everything’s ok
Well check again son
I’m running scared now
Straight back to hand shakin’
Back to heart breakin’
We’re building souls where they’ve been taken
Ya think I’m all right
Ya think that I’m ok
I’m headed down now
And it’s the wrong way
But I still have soul behind my guts
Could never trust a world that never gave a fuck

WATCH YOUR BACK

Two smoking guns in the darkest night (Your Judgement)
A figure emerges in the pale moon light (Revenge)
Your justice has been served by a faceless vigilante
He’s picking off gangsters thugs and junkies

Your hear footsteps behind you and your blood runs cold
They’ll find ya face down in a dumpster
Your body three days old

Watch your back – don’t go out at night
cause you may never come back
Watch you back – where ya gonna be when the wicked are attacked
Where’s your salvation boy there ‘aint no turning back

Mutilation’s running rampant in the streets (In The Streets)
Nightfall’s bringing judgment to everyone he meets (Revenge)
You’re on your back you’re looking straight up to the sky
There’s no where to run boy and there ‘aint no where to hide

BROKEN

Looking through broken window panes
For something that’ll numb the pain
And it’s something to help you forget
Bottles can serenade and newborn lives can turn a page
But there’s always better way

Now it’s been two years of all hard luck
You’re getting used to being in a rut
And your heads all fucked
And you’re a little stranger

Does it keep you running for the razors

Today – you’ve lost every shred of innocent
It’s time to come to grips again
Wake up – are you waiting for someone to pick you off the floor
The answers always right in front of you
You know exactly what to do
Where are you running to

You walls are crumbling around you
Wishing something could hide you
From everyone of your regrets
But now it’s too late
You’ve got that kind of hate
And it’s all for yourself

Now put that bottle to your head
Ya pull the trigger and now you’re dead
Was it everything you thought it would be

What are you looking for
You want it to hurt just a little bit more
It’s contradictions and misconceptions
A circle of lies it’s a fucking infection
Leading you around and make you always want more
‘Till another one of out friends has been checked into the morgue

Today – where’s it gone now…

WANNA BE A CATASTROPHE

You wanna be a catastrophe
You wanna see things that nobody wants to see
Daddies little public enemy
We know the score…

You wanna scare us with the things you wear
Show everybody that you just don’t care
You’re real wild with those colors in your
I bet ya…

Go in your room and turn all the lights out
Feel ashamed and cry your eyes out
Read every page of your Bukowski
Poppin’ pills like they’re fuckin’ candy

Now you’re with that new guy
Expensive slacks and fancy ties
Turn the corner and don’t look back
Keep pulling your bullshit life from the discount rack

Now tell us how you’re all fucked up
The enemy must be down on her luck
But now who really gives a fuck
She’s gonna…

Tell everybody how she’s so much better
Let us know how she pulled it all together
Never letting those hands back in her sweater again…
Again…

You wanna be a catastrophe
You wanna see things that nobody wants to see
Daddies little public enemy
You fucking CUNT

A NEW TUNE

Hallucination it’s compensation
Read between the lines it’s a privacy invasion
Hesitation and frustration
Quit asking how I feel about it
I don’t wanna talk about it

Why is the little boy setting fires
While his daddies looking for the buyers
Another sentiment they pulled out with pliers
He hears the screaming you pack of fucking liars
My mommy told me I’m her biggest mistake
I caused her addictions that she never could shake
But any emotion you could fake if you look the other way
And the shame you can take it (Fuck It)

I don’t wanna see (don’t wanna see what they want me to see)
And I don’t wanna be (don’t wanna be what they want me to be)

Sculpt the fragile mind of the lunatic
Feed ‘em something till it makes them sick
But it’s the little things that make you tick
You’re a sick fucking freak and it a power type of fix

So build ‘em up and then tear ‘em back down
Let ‘em know that he’s the sharpest kid around
Now something bitter swear rots your teeth
You hollowed ‘em out and now there’s nothing underneath

JUST US KIDS (NOVEMBER)

Bringing flowers to the graveyard ‘aint no fun
When you’re there to see the one’s ya love
Another friend is there then gone
All the friends we try to save
We watch the grass grow around their graves
Whatever happened to all our better days

Another casket rolls down the isle
Another fathers in denial
While we smoke butts and talk about the times when we were normal
Shuffle through the photographs the empty Pabst
The shit that was all left behind in the back of our minds

Can Billy come out and play
I’m sorry but he’s gone away
He won’t be coming ‘round here anymore
This sucks I’m all alone
My friend’s box of fuckin’ bones
Just us kids who watched him fade away
And now were’ sayin’…

What ever happened to all of our better days
When we thought life was just beginning to go our way
What ever happened to all of our better days
When we never had to turn and run away
And now we’re saying…

And when your sister cried her eyes out at the alter
I couldn’t help but wonder if you were looking down upon her
And we all wished that we had never woke up today
It’s just us kids standing together
Pretending you can hear us when we say

Miss Deborah Miller…

Our babies are dying
And mothers are crying
And their blood flows like a river

She said goodbye to her son
Who didn’t make it past twenty-one
Why did he have to carry the gun

HEROES AND GHOSTS

Holidays spend in the institution
Remember the time when your mind was raped
Where is the restitution for everything they take
Seeing life through a looking glass
Buried in the sand so you can’t escape
A generation forced to hate
The feeling they have to fake

Look away you don’t wanna see this
This ‘aint no fucking dream
It happens everyday and we hear them say

One more time scream it from the rafters
Get out of my life get out of my head
Programming tomorrows little officers
One dose at a time ‘till they’re bred
One more time can you make it shatter
Get out of my life get out of my head
We know exactly what they’re after
And if we were all gone tomorrow would they ever even know
When kids start trading their heroes for ghosts

We can’t handle you anymore
It’s all your fault no you’ll have to pay
With the rest of your life never knowing emotions
Never knowing the words to say
You’re somebody’s problem now
Good luck it might turn out ok
So little by little and dose by dose
They’re taking you away

Regrets and falsehoods
Telling me you ‘aint no good
It’s time to fight them back
Start living life for you

1849

Welcome to California son
This is where men are made
Grab yourself a pick and a shovel
If you’ve got the will
We’ve got the way

In eighteen forty-nine you saw the gold with your own two eyes
You scavenge for something that shines like the son
You ravage through dirt and the greed and the blood
You came for the metals now you’re remembered in stone
You can’t see the sun is going down on you

You’re a crook you’re a gambler it’s all for their sake
You lost it all you gave them all they could take
Don’t know where you are you don’t know where you’ve been
It’s a race ‘till your death that you’ll never win
It’s a place and a time you’re bought and sold
You’ll see that you’re not worth your weight in gold

Is this your better way
You watch the California sun go sinking down into the bay
Is this your better way
You watch the California sun steal all your dreams away

The saloons and the gambling the whore house hotels
They’re lit up all night by their own private hells
Now a broken man so far from his home
It now comes to this he stands drunk and alone
Without a dime to your name or one ounce of fame
It’s time to die now who do you blame

TWENTY ONE GUNS

Jamie’s going off to war tomorrow
Trading in his shovel for a big old gun
Time to stand up time to be a man
Putting the trigger in his right hand
But she needs you now she can’t do it herself
Forced to put her dreams and her future on the shelf
Think of your wife your child on the way
She don’t wanna be a widow at his young age

We hear the sounds of bombs dropping
It’s ringing in our ears and we can feel it when you’re falling down

Twenty-one guns fired in the middle of the night
Twenty-one guns were blazing in the thick of the fight
Twenty-one guns one shot for every year of his life
Reaching for the courage to pull you through
But your back’s up against the sharp edge of the knife

We’re hanging ribbons of gold on the trees in the yard
And your thoughts are with us no matter how far you are
We’re always here with you
And it kills us inside knowing there’s nothing we can do
Bad news strikes the girls left alone
Left to raise her child and fend for her own
Another family that’s torn by war
Another soldier’s face down in the dirt

LIVING IN THE FALLOUT

Save me I’m hearing voices again
Something is changing
Hurt me I’ve got the worst of intentions
I deserve everything you give me

I can’t see me lasting long here
Say my goodbyes and I’m on my way
A fallout nightmare I don’t wanna wake from
‘Cause there’s no difference between here and there

Protect me from myself
I’m falling slowly and waiting for misery
Kill me and this agony
Living in the fallout

Break me down to what you need
Then leave me behind it all
Show me something that I can do
To keep me from going down again

I can’t see me lasting long here
Say my goodbyes and I’m on my way
A fallout nightmare I don’t wanna wake from
‘Cause there’s no difference between here and there

Drag me through the shit again
And remind me of what I am
Hate me and what I’ve become
And pray you don’t end up like me

 

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Clash Dogs & Anger Flares - Sense Of Unity

Clash Dogs & Anger Flares - Sense Of Unity. Split Ep 2001 Shot & Shout

AGGRESSIVE LIFE

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Same thing over day by day

I think "is it OK?"

I´m tired of the fuckin´work

I go home and i fuckin´wank

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I´m bored, no fun!

Iwant aggressive life

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I´m not satisfied

Irritated of my fuckin´self

How long will this time of life last?

I wild change!!

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The long lives we spent

What shall I do, now that it end

Nobody know about tomorrow

All I know is things will go

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WAIT AND SEE

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They don´t try to see me

Are we different from others?

Not enough power and no feeling

We know more than any others

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We´re not asking you

For undersanding the senses

Is there ever something in you

For those in far fuckin´places?

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Those who live in narrow thoughts

Those who live by only srength

And the ones who hate our thoughts

When wll they ever look and bend?

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I´ll be always standing here

In this place of light and precision

My solid heart right here

To go ahead with tough decision

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I´ve been always doing around

But now it´s all over

You´ll all regret yourself

Wait and see!

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FIGHT ONE´S WAY

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We never submit for bright tomorrow

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Fight one´s way for wonderful life

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We stand up together with sidekick on the street

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Fight one´s way fr wonderful life

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The, we confront an immediate wall

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Fight one´s way for your wonderful life

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Let´s fight together if you have the same will

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Fight one´s way for wonderful life

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Fight one´s way for wonderful life

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FOR THE TRUTH

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Our make up one´s mind firm

We continue to fight to get the truth

We don´t want to insist on the lie

We are proud of our make up one´s mind

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We look for the light to get the truth

And plow in the gloom

The truth which we are finding is not a lie

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Are you such a world and is there one to believe?

If there is one which you can believe, it will yourself

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Lousy "The Babylon District"

Lousy "The Babylon District" LP/CD (2003) Knock Out Records.

L.F.F.L

Lousy Forever Forever Lousy

CARNIVAL OF VANITY

Sometimes I think  this whole shit is not the scene

The chicks, the gays look like a bad-wathever-dream

Today you must have a special style, your opinion is not enough

Show them who and what you are, with your clothes that make you tough

Welcome to the carnival of vanity

To the biggest meeting of stupidity

Welcome to the carnival of vanity

To the biggest meeting of stupidity

Carnuval of vanity

You don’t belong to me

Take a look at what is in and out because you want to belong to it

Be careful with the choice of your band-shirts, maybe they aren’t hip

No idea what’s going on here… “Shit happens nobody sees me!”

That’s the thing because this is not the truth, the fashion-police’s got an eye on you

FIGHT WITH ME

I sit in my den, do nothing again and again

I lead my silent class-struggle, out of this holy muddle

I don’t need no visitors and I don’t need no friends

Fight wiht me the password is “Against”

Against the system, against the rich

Against explotation and plitics

I don’t leave my home ‘cause I have a mission

Fight against consumption and the worldwide repression

Fight with me – There is not a reason to wait

Fight with me - Correctness is my fate

Fight with me – Top secret is the way

Fight with me – Little exceptions are ok

I don’t need anybody ‘cause I’m a self-supporter

I shit on you and obey my own orders

But sometimes I’m hungry and I go nervous

It doesn’t matter and I call the pizza-service

CITY’S CHAR

Build my city full of shit you stupid freaks

Keep your ass warm in your townhall-seats

We are the guys who must see this shit every day

Your ideas are unprincipled crap, that’s what I say

What do you think who you are?

The city’s char

The rescuer of the stupids

The nation’s bard

No hearing for the citizen’s dreams

A lot of bureaucratic pgs, a lot of corrupt creeps

We’re just the rabble and I wish we’d start at zero

Stop your crazy shit and maybe we’ll be fellows

SOMESAULTS

Let them drivle away, let them mock

Use your brain and take the chance you’ve got

The problem is you, the solution too

Move your ass, there is so much to do

Enjoy your life with balls, go forward break the walls

Don’t forget your roots, there is nothing to lose

Step on the gas, don’t forget your class

Be nice to each other – especially to your mother

Somersaults in heaven, somersaults in hell

Go your way, don’t look back, who can tell?

THE DISTRICT

I don’t wanna see you on the streets

You and your friends look like some stupid freaks

The stupidity in the face and your girlfriens are sluts

The same clothes, the same hair, your uniform-shit sucks

You’re hanging around with the beer in your hand, this is not pretty cool

My friend, you draw the blank born to be a fool

Please stay in your district

Please stay at home

You are not presentable

Please stay alone

You are the disgrace of society

It’s better you go to jail or madhouse, I’m waiting impatiently

You can help each other by hitting yourself green and blue

Guys with the same clothes, the same hair, their uniform sucks too

You think you are a good citizen and you are in love with your land

This is not the truth, you are a fool and draw the blank

ONE OF THE UGLY

What is wrong in this town?

I sit in my car and driving around

I take a look to the right

Only ugly people on that side

Nasty clothes and stupid hair

Uniformed guys, this is not rake

Frustrated faces look at me so bad

And now I know: the beauties are dead

You are one of the ugly, you are one of the rest

You are one of the ugly, now we are one of the best

You are one of the ugly, and now we know “we are so beautiful!”

The beauties are dead and now we’ve got a chance

A good feeling and a strong self-confidence

What is wrong in this town?

Ii sit in my car and driving around

I take a lookk to the right

Only ugly people on that side

I fel like a butterfly between rats

But I know: the next generation of the beauties is coming next

HOMEFRONT

Go wherever you want, leave us here alone

Go wherever you want, it’s better you are gone

We enjoy the dirt, the traffic and thes smoke

We can’t live without it, even if our hearts broke

Go along the streets, across the green grass

Go along the sidewalk, to break out in a rush

A lot of places to drink, a lot of places to look at

5 minutes to the countryside, a lot of beautiful wood

Strong at homefront

Never surrender

Strong at the homefront

Fight back in anger

Strong at the homefront

In the hand our darts

Strong at the homefront

Proud of our coat of arms

Maybe a lot of insane guys, maybe a lot of scum

That doesn’t matter, you can go for a run

The big shithead in the city is our silent guard

2 steps in the back of a dirty backyard

Bad times follow good times, ups and downs a lot

The same shit like the football-team that we support

WHERE ‘S THE CASH?

Merry christmas and happy new year

A lot of fat food and too much beer

Enjoy these days, the surprise will come

The presents, the money – before it’s all come

Feast no so aggressive, live a little bit simple

The worst month is coming and kills you like a pimple

Where’s the money, where’s the cash?

A look at the account it looks like a crash

Where’s the money, where’s the cash?

It’s hard to believe and maybe for me to brash

I hate januaries, every stupid year

Rent, car, insurance, this month is full of fear

The same old intentions, the whole shit is in vain

Every single year: no money, my food is grain

Save your cahs, save your money

And your januaries are funny!

WORDS OF HONOUR

Take care with your words, think once more.
Take care with your promises, take care with them all.
Words like these are easy to say
But to keep them is hard barefaced guy.

Words of honour, Words of shit
The best example is the fucking politics
Words of honour, words of lie
New mistakes every single day

Promised much and done nothing, only for the shine
Gunner of lies, preaching water drinking wine
The contradiction is luckily the problem for us
And we promise you that we raise a lot of dust.

In the end there is the riot, maybe bloody maybe not
Please think twice before you promise a lot
See ya in the news, see ya on the spot.
I give you my word of honour, but my vote: rather not.

FOR THE HOI POLLOI

No-one likes us we don’t care

We are the aliens from the south-east: beware!

Nobody knows what we want

We don’t need no indication in the front

Stupid casbags everywhere

We don’t tolerate no criticism: beware!

Be cool and consume our shit every day

It’s just lousy entertainment and say...

This is not right, this is not wrong

This is our shit, but it is strong

This is not punk, this is not Oi!

This is the music for the Hoi polloi

No-one likes us, we don’t care

Maybe because of the intellect of our wares

We are victims of life at the beach of society

-but here is the scum and no time for humanity

The sun is shining out of our asses

We do that to enjoy the lower classes

The destination in front, nobody knows now far away

It doesn’t matter travel on and say

This is not right, this is not wrong

This is our shit, but it is strong

This is not punk, this is not Oi!

This is the music for the Hoi polloi

TALKING MOUSTACHE

(No lyrics at the disc)

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Lousy "Best Wishes"

Lousy "Best Wishes" LP/CD (2001) Knock Out Records.

BEST WISHES

Your knowledge is great

C’mon and feel my hate

Your gossip is shit

And makes me sick

Your form no idea of my mind

C’mon enjoy your daily grind

No own mind, all is a copy

You are so cool, but yu get anger

Shut up you fucking little wanker

Best wishes – you stupid feel

Best wishes – you are so cool

Best wishes – don’t know what to do

Best wishes – From me to you

BETTER DAYS

Better days will come

Better days will go

Better dyas will go-go-go

Cmon, Better days will go!

The ups and downs in your life

Your heart the point of a knife

The silence deep in you

The law of your mood

The explosion of feelings

Your wounds don’t get no healing

GENERATION OF SOLDIERS

Out of work and no way out

No money and no future

The rescue comes

In form of the call-up order

You are happy and you think

No more life on the corner

Now it’s time for comrade-ship

Obedience and booze-ups

3 months wew the hardest time

The basic-training really was a crime

In this course of time you had fun

Your feeling was great

Obey orders, run and sweat

For your fucking’ state

1 year is not enough

You’re going longer – stupid daft

Generation of soldiers

Work-shy guys and alcoholics

THE STORY OF EVEL K

E is for exterminate the fear of all the mob

V is for victory and venting to the top

E is for evoke the kick – experience this pop!

L is for lee majors this trashy kind of shop

K is for the knowledge how to jump the ramps

N is for the nexus of getting all the stamps

I is for ignoring fire and the damps

E is for every fall getting new vamps

V is for valley your rival-sods

E is for the envy of all the 60’s mods

L is for being larger than god

35 broken bones – Evel, you rock!

Stuntmant of the century

With life you did quit

Crushed bones for America

Don’t care about it

Evel Knievel! Please come back

Evel Knievel! C’mon and risk your neck

Evel Knievel! Idol od yankee pack

Evel Knievel! You’ll never go to wrack

Evel Knievel! Don’t stab us in the back

Evel Knievel! Save us from this crap

FLAMING HE-MAN

Everytime a loser, everytime the last

Tall of build, your mind is not so vast

Your hands are like a toilet lid

Your upper arms being like my legs

Big stupid boy –what kind of job could you get?

Sometimes you are flying in a rift of rage

You let the fists swing – your “enemy” falls into the edge

Ths story goes around, what a good rowdy you are!

“I join a security-firm having everytime a spare”

Moron with complexes

Abuse four your selfishness!

Beasting is now on turn

Burn he-man burn!

And now you are important, now get you are the king

You provoke the guests and let your fists swing

Inside your head it’s still the same

Hey big stupid bastard – you don’t feel no shame

LAST ORDERS, PLEASE

Yeah, yeah 2 fingers in the air

Please yer last orders

We’ll stamp his arse down the stair

Yeah yeah 2 fingers in the air

WE’ll see whose pub goes bare

Get move on! In this lousy Saturday night

The beer is the only one that you have and that’s right

But then it’s time

For all beer-drinkers a crime

The bartender wants to close his pub

And he hides the precious booze-cups

This can’t be serious – I think I’m delirious

“Don’t do that man” – It’s the best you can

But he doesn’t here it and

Now he says the forbidden words and

We smash his face

BULLET ON THE ROCKS

You feel bored you didn’t know why

I know what to do you don’t have to cry

In your near there is a bar

Where the mood never is dark

You step in, the guys’re hanging around

And somo are flying up on a pink cloud

You shit down, the chaos begins!

The problem is the peculiar drink

In this bar you can get “bullet on the rocks”

The destruction is great and never stops

You wanna move the bullet on the rocks

And you are happy with us

You are drunk and you go home

Being wornout and walking like a gnome

But you never feel down

R’N’R FASHION SHOW

Hey man – A new child is born again

Hurry up! Before you miss the trend

Go into the clubs everyone goes to

Forget your idols, a new era starts for you

Rock’n’roll fashion show – every turn of tide you do

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Who’s smarter than you?

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Up-to-dateness at the booth

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Hanger-on you loser

Hey man – clown without a brain

No roots, no idea and much more again

A fool in the scene that tomorrow dies

Oh, shit, you need new rags but you must pay the price

Rock’n’roll empty bowl

Rock’n’roll

Rock’n’roll nasty Proll

Rock’n’roll

RAINBOW FEVER

In your dreams you see angels coloured and great

You speed up and you must go ahead

You feel the colour

Under your feet the ground is soft

The sky comes near

And causes the pain in your eyes

1000 angels sitting on the clouds

Play the harps and sing around

The angels sing from love and death

The angels sing from life and death

From a distance a beautiful song

In his ears it sounds very long

Then you are the guest in their dome

You feel strange but you are at home

The angels sing around for you

STAY LOUSY

Forget your good manners – forget the norm

C’mon and get sloshed – wriggle your body like worm

Ride with us on the road to hell

C’mon baby make a pint and yell

And now my ragged friend give us a rest

You are a rock machine – c’mon and display your best

You are the epiteme of terror

The living hatred – you are the emperor

Stay Lousy – Keep in touch with us

Stay Lousy – Enjoy the lower class

Stay Lousy – Get your c’town pass

Stay Lousy – Good manners up your ass

PRINCESS ALI

As luck would have it – she was born too rich

A nice little girl – a spoilt littel bitch

Her highness was happy – no problem in her life

All that she wanted – she got it anytime

But then came the day she rode her horse

Through the land, through the weed

But her feelings went worse

She stopped her ride and went under a tree

She squated down for a pee

Princess Ali wanna go pee

Under a tree

All of a sudden a flash went down to earth

And hit the princess

All of her wealth and all of her might

Didn’t help her and se died

As luck would have it – she died rich

The nice little girl – the spoilt little bitch

The moral from the story

Be poor and bold

Don’t worry and get old!

R.A.M.O.N.E.S

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