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.
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 justa 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
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
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
