Tekst :
Dwupiêtrowy dom na skraju miastaDzisiaj do mnie ju¿ nie przyjdzie nikt
Anna jest szpiegiem
Ju¿ teraz wiem
Dwupiêtrowy dom na skraju miasta
W jesienny wieczór zapada zmrok
Anna jest szpiegiem
Ju¿ teraz wiem
Tak wiele dróg prowadzi mnie nie wiem gdzie
Tekst :
The youths of EglintonWon t put down their Remington
The youth of Brixton
They bave their 45 Smith and
Wesson pistol pistol
The youth of Utica Avenue
They just can t keep cool
So much gun shot some
cripple some turn fool
They are responsible for a lot
of children
And they need food
And they want to go to school
I say the youth of Eglington
Won t put down their Remington
I say the youth of Kingston
Won t leave their Magnum
pistol pistol
A very thin line to start the crime
Who wlll be the first to
volunteer
You love you love your fuckery
Get up and get yourself together
You hear the words of Jah Jah
coming from the hill top of
Dabra Dabra
Keep you strength
The youth of Eglington
Won t put down their Remington
I say the youth of Brixton
They put down their 45 Smith
and Wesson pistol pistol
Stop and listen
They want you to fight the good fight
But save you strength
For strength of life
The youths in Africa
All a dem a thriller
I say the youth of Eglington
Won t put down their Remington
The youth of Kingston
Won t leave their Magnum
pistol pistol
Poor Jill she was a spill
she got hit by a stray shot
The youths of Eglington
Won t put down their Remington
The youths of Brixton
They put down their 45 Smith
and Wesson pistol pistol
Tekst :
Oh Jesus loves youGet on your knees and pray
You ll die and go to heaven
But here in hell we ll stay
Our Bible is our music, and that guitar is our Lord
Vicious licks and broken picks
We are the evil horde
The bleedind heart of Jesus
Is hanging on our souls
Lightning strikes for wretched sin
And death and rock and roll
Don t wanna be like anyone
We stand out in the crowd
Drinkin, smokin, hanging out
We like our music loud
We were made to be bad
And it might make you mad
We re so wild
You re Born 2 B Mild
Denim jeans and sticky dreams
Just a rock & roll machine
Hanging out with all our friends
We make the people scream!
Don t want your god, we have our own
Don t wanna be just another clone
You have your happy family
Joseph, Jesus and Mary
We prefer a wall of noise
And foxy long haired boys
If you die before you wake
You pray the lord your soul to take
Don t you see it s all so fake
Too bad for you to have that fate
We were made to be bad
And it might make you mad
We re so wild
You re Born 2 B Mild
Preachin on the subways
For all the world to hear
Cause were to ones you fear