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Live Fast Die Young
[Originally by The Violators]

Boy with no name, he was only 18
Never lughed to much
Hated the monarchy
Yes he hated the queen
Real antisocial and he acted real mean
Was he in a dream?
Dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa

So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You would say
He was a one man jury
Catalogue of anger posted through your door
Your door, your door, your door
A chance would come to even the score

Stole a gun and he stole a car
Oh boy, oh boy
With a pretty doll he would go far
Down to london where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And i say
The mission his decision

He took out the gun
On that fateful day
The winds blew cold , the sky turned grey
He pointed the gun
And then he pulled the trigger
The message that he would now deliver

NY Rel-X

i walk in to their shadows
everywhere i go
they are watching me
they won't leave me alone
as i shiver in fear
threathened for my life
i turn my shoulder
as i hide & cry

as the night grows colder
i head for home
hear them as i walk away
following me like a ghost
they move closer and closer
their presence senced in the air
scared off by a dream
i wake up there's nothing there

they're everywhere i go
they won't leave me alone

i get up to only find
a dark shadow watching me
was it really a dream
or just a faded memory
no! it was there
in my dreams and in my life
can't get rid of the voices
everyday and night

scared to death
don't know what's become of me
can't seem to run or hide
from theses monsters that i see
i'm running around hysterical
can't escape the thoughts inside
is this real? is it a dream?
again i sit and wonder why


as i slowly wake up
from the nightmare
i take a quick second
to feel the tention in the air
i cannot comprehend
just how i feel
it was just a sick dream
and it was not real


Freiheit oder Tod

Freiheit, Freiheit oder Tod, das ist unser Kampf,
es fliegen Pflastersteine, wir zeigen Widerstand.
Durch die Präsenz des Staates will man uns die Grenzen zeigen,
doch mit ihren Wasserwerfern können sie uns nicht vertreiben.


Freiheit, Freiheit oder Tod, nehmt euch bloß in acht,
grün weiße Schlägertrupps, missbrauchen ihre Macht.
Doch unser Zusammenhalt und der blinde Hass,
sind stärker als die Knüppel und das Tränengas.


Freiheit, Freiheit oder Tod, ihr habt es so gewollt,
das es so weit kommen musste ist eure eigene Schuld.
Eingekesselt so wie Vieh wollen sie uns einlochen,
doch das letzte Wort ist noch nicht gesprochen.


Freiheit, Freiheit oder Tod ist mehr als nur ein Lied,
werdet endlich wach und seht was hier passiert.
Lasst alle Skrupel fallen und werdet militant,
denn ihr habt eure Freiheit selber in der Hand.

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