Baixar Mais Tocadas: Punk Rock

I never found out why you left him / But this answer begs that question / Too blind to see tomorrow / Too broke, to beg or borrow

This city’s made of diamonds / And tomorrow glass will grow / On the freedoms that divide us / They’re coming after me

If you can play on the fiddle / How’s about a British jig and reel? / Speaking king’s English in quotation / As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust

Midnight, getting uptight / Where are you? / You said you’d meet me, now it’s quarter to two / I know I’m hanging, but I’m still wanting you

Do buraco do escárnio / Gente tosca, ignorante / Ódio branco inoperante / Analfabeto funcional

Breakin’ rocks in the hot Sun / I fought the law and the law won / I fought the law and the law won / I needed money ‘cause I had none

Born with no soul, lack of control / Cut from the mold of the anti-social / Plug them in and then turn them on / Process the data, make yourself the bomb

London calling to the faraway towns / Now war is declared and battle come down / London calling to the underworld / Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls

My mental stability reaches its bitter end / And all my senses are coming unglued / Is there any cure for this disease someone called love / Not as long as there are girls like you

Warm yourself by the fire, son / And the morning will come soon / I’ll tell you stories of a better time / In a place that we once knew