Born in the casket of society's decay. On your knees to be rewarded with strife. Born in the casket of society's decay. On your knees to be rewarded with strife.
Our pleasures be joyless. Doleful experiences. We seek not lifes beauty. But cherish it's funeral aspects. We crave the (mis)fortunes. Rich in their non entity.
Ride with me on a shooting star. Through galaxies of death, we chase. Skeletal king of paradise. Cosmic crown is the jewel you wear. . Carnival bizarre.
A funeral moves. Under the cloak of night. Captain Clegg and his smuggling pirates ride. With contraband of the finest Brandy and Wine. Hidden inside a macabre coffin disguise.
Not long ago in my high school days. I watched a girl from so far away. And every time she passed me by. I turned my head away and quietly sighed. . And when she walked by her hair would dance.
Close your eyes real tight underneath the city lights. And you can't hear the noise below your room. Take a real deep breath and get those feelings off your chest.
Sad is the man who drinks with himself. To fog up the day that precedes. Sad then to happy from happy to bitter. That bitter old man is me. . Hey, hey, drink it all away.
Criminal class - what you make me out to be. Criminal class - the jails you build for me (4x). . On the streets getting picked up for a crime. For being different I am guilty from the start.
La tinta, es la sangre sucia te inyecta. Lavandote la cabeza, de la izquierda y la derecha. . No Mas, No Mas, No Mas - CONTROL DE LA PRENSA!!. . Reporta - Lo que a mi nunca me importa.
"Control De La Prensa". . La tinta, es la sangre sucia te inyecta. Lavandote la cabeza, de la izquierda y la derecha. . No Mas, No Mas, No Mas - CONTROL DE LA PRENSA!!.
CLASE CRIMINAL EL QUE NOMBRE QUE ME DAS. CLASE CRIMINAL QUE QUIERO PROTESTAR(x2). . En las calles me cojio la policia. Por ser diferente a la comisaria.
Coming to the city you try to get a job. Coming to the city there's no fuckin' job. . CITY LIFE - FUCKING BORING. CITY LIFE - NO HOPE AND GLORY. CITY LIFE - OI!.
Ciy officials lie on and on again. Down in my city, the rent has gone up again. Hide benind fakse words no more. What the fuck d you take us for. . Council- you bastards control the waterfront.
LATINOS E IMIGRANTES DE HOY DIA. TIENEN KE TENER ELLOS UN FUTURO. NO VOLVER PARA ATRAS. VIVIMOS EN AMERICA HAY KE ODIAR. . CHAOS PUNX,CHAOS PUNX,CHAOS PUNX.
"Cerebro Lavado". . Me hicieron una gran bandera. Era solo un nio en la escuela. me quitaron mi ropa y mi musica. me dieron un lapiz y papel. . cerebro lavado! - respeta el terco.
Casualties. Casualties....We're everywhere. Casualties....A Way of Life. Casualties....We'll never change. Go..........2x. . So we come into your town.
This is for the touring bands living on the road. The ones that tavel non-stop from coast to coast. For the ones who do 90 shows in 90 fucking days. Then they go back and do it all again.
So the mourning after heartbreak got me tearstained. And all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain. All these bruises and misuses will become scars.