you can do We are the untutored youth don't even try. No use in knowing all the when's and why's. We are the untutored youth youth (youth) youth (youth
I?m sorry for my mistakes i never meant to break the rules i was such a fool i never knew right and wrong that?s why i?m singing this song to you to all
: We are untutored youth and heres the proof. Dont wanna know anything we don't and it's the truth - and they lost out. If you can't hear me just start
We are untutored youth and heres the proof. Dont wanna know anything we don't and it's the truth - and they lost out. If you can't hear me just start
est vrai qu'dans sa bande y sont deux Je suis une bande de jeunes A moi tout seul Je suis une bande de jeunes Je m'fends la gueule Quand dans ma bande
coming like a ghost town. Tricky : Why must the youth fight against itself? Terry : This place is coming like a ghost town. Tricky : Government leaving the youth
facon d'agir reflete en fait ma facon d'etre Vitry sur Seine la rage j'la vois par ma fen'tre Regrette quand les plus ghettos youths voient apparaitre
won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better
everywhere a revolution blooming, People thinking who they were and what they had been doing. Round and round and hand-in-hand the people started dancing And behind the pipe bands
? Is it a sure thing? You caught up with me 26 years later You bandit tragic habits You tie me to the tracks and I felt every goddamn cabin I felt my youth
flower in your hand? Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. Hey Punk, where you
(intro) she bad,she scraight,she fine as hell whats up with ya whats up with you little mama i got the bands(ooh mr. perfect) (chorus) Ms perfect she
I remember all those bands Preaching with motherfucking X's on their hands The Youth Of Yesterday, what else can I say The times have changed and they
The industry is dumbing down the nation They dope up the youth So plug up your ears While phony punk bands cry about relationships We forget our roots
The non-simulated patterns of flight originated Now I'm a carnivore on a tour of duty My band of brothers and full metal jackets establish cruelty Black
wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands
P-Town Ballers we was built to last [Richter] Now everybody come and gather around It's story tellin time bout a kid from P-Town Another troubled youth
You should have never slept on my crew And it?s rude how all these whacked groups Are settin played and I?m amused With the defected youth confused Sittin