When I was younger I lived in fear. That incarceration of some kind is near. I checked my head in tact with rules. I nearly became a goddamn fool. . But I've heard voices not in the head.
I am a foreigner. And I'm walking through new streets. But before I want to I see the same deeds. Inherited by few a power machine. That crushed and strangles you right in your sleep.
Hey, chavorale, think locally. Hey, palo mande, fuck globally. . I come to New York to start a gypsy punk revolt. Now that it's rockin' so why don't I just go home?.
My strange uncles from abroad. Yes I never met'em!. But I took everything they wrote. And I'll never forget 'em!. Through the mystical communication. Deep within it all comes through.
Questa storia, ha un'unica morale. Vse v raspizdu-to maniacale, i paranormale. . O solnce Santa Marinelli, izlizannoi toboyu. Ya poluchal ne raz, tai-da-rarara.
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska. Gypsies were passing through her little town. They dropped something on the road, she picked it up. And cultural revolution right away begun.
Sometimes when facing common trouble. When whole town is screwed. We become actually human. Act like Prometheus would. Suddenly there is more humor. And a party tabor style.
Drop the charges!. . The fire and the power, you know. . In the old time it was not a crime, drop the charges. You people don't you realize the sun rises?.
So now you tell me you are living in a country. Where joys and freedom they can not be tried. But alone in your mind there are so many rooms. That you never seem to find....
Don't believe them for a moment. For a second, do not believe, my friend. When you are down, them are not coming. With a helping hand. Of course there is no us and them.
To protect this generation. From the raging east infection. Market another British invasion. Or 80th regurgitation. Or more cultural inbreeding. Oor more garbage prefeeding.
Dogs were barking, guests were parking. And my wedding was about to start. Dogs were barking, monkeys clapping. Then I got up on table and I said:. I'll meet you 10:45 on the Broadway Canal.
Pioneer is Pioneer, it's a way of life. Special way of mind border-lining crime. Pioneer is first and gives the most. Ain't no need for further props..
Ai ai ai ai ai, woo woo woo. Ai ai ai ai ai, not me, not you. Ai ai ai ai ai, woo woo woo. Ai ai ai ai ai, not me, not you. Ai ai ai ai ai, a-woo woo woo.
60 revolutions per minute. This is my regular speed. So how do you want me to live with it?. How do you want me to live with it?. Without ringing all alarms!.