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Paroles: The Slackers. Don't Forget The Streets.

I forget the lines, but I don't forget the streets
We still hit the road, we still gotta eat
I still put on my trousers twelve legs at a time
You're all sons of bitches, still I'll make it rhyme

And though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrong
We still stick together, we still get along

Oooooh... Yeah yeah yeah!

We have seen the fashion changing with the day
We have seen the mighty crumble and swept away
I'm sure I'll see the tiny grow up strong and cruel
Don't think for a minute I'll obey their rules

And though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrong
We still stick together, we still get along

Now, some folks see a reason, and some folks see a plan
And some say that their faith can fill what they don't understand
But to hell with human drama, and the fight of right and wrong
I'm just waiting for the day that I won't be here to see what's going on

And though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrong
We still stick together, we still get along