Life Won't Wait
Album - 29 giugno 1998 - Debaser id 3156

Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! Hey!

Well Im a crazy upsetter
Driving me insane
Yeah I'm a streetwise professor
Who am I to blame?
Now if you listen to the record
Do you feel the same?
Hell it don't get any better
Going backwards again

Swinging fists whack stitches in the face
Fuck ups like me are just sorry that we're great
Never been like them within society
Crowd protects me feeling the banality

Now my gun are blazing
Bloodclot I can see 360
And now my guns are blazing
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!

Well I'm a bad mother fucker
Driving me insane
So don't you even bother
Who am I to blame?
Cuz when I listen to the record
Do you feel the same?
Hell it don't get any better
Going backwards again

I wish it was I wish you better have hope
Well I kick my way in it seems to piss you all off
Well I try to shut the gates the walls are fading
I climb from the depths of hell unscathen

Now my guns are blazing
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazing
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey! Ho! Hey! Go!

Now my guns are blazing
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazing
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Bloodclot
Oh yeah
Well I can see 360
I can see all around me
Oh yeah
Na na na na na na na (Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!)
Na na na na na na na (Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!)
Nu na na na na na (Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!)
Nu na na na na na (Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!)
na na na na na na na na (Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!)
Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!
Well I can see 360
Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!

She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin wall
A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls
Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down
Laugh hysterically and then he spread around

On Hoover Street, then he must be alone
The precious little kid cashed the woes
Salvadorian girl, she kind of made you spill
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head

Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man
Cocaine moved through that system, like a river forever winding.
to the last party of the lower class

Even distance, just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last
Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale
You either get out and die or go to jail
And your best intentions splinter and frail
And a few weeks of promises and attempts to fail

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!

(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)

They kick a bottle of beer and a letter
Simple things made Mario feel better
You see it falls on you and it falls on me
Self-annihilation, catastrophe

Two packs of cigarettes
For two dollars and seventy cents and a
Bottle of wine that's been opened
And he said, "Why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging reality or me
He said, "It's who I am baby, back to it."
Off the deep end the record changed

You see, no one stood up and cheered for him
Everyone sat down with something that happened
Began... to happen
It's an old school dorm mystery
And the handcuffs bleed...

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!

(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)

Who was the killer?... it's in the...

Lars:
Jesus and his own disciples wage a final war
Religious self-prestigious keep the quest for the holy grail
The eye atop the pyramid is open and awake
The Pagans hold the rituals and the fire won't begin to say..

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

Tim:
The force of war, dynamite blast, rides on the weak and the poor
Don't want to see my brother in pain when the little man fights big man's wars
Don't know nothing 'bout no red, white and blue, little men, big men ???
Too many win, nobody lose, it all comes down to what will they choose

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

Lars:
The conscience of the public can not be put to sleep
The conglomerate of the nations has no bounds in which they seek
Was it the Mob tellin' the CIA to restore this state of fear?
How many of us wish we were up to Kennedy's ear? Say:

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

Buju:
See dem tryin to rule the world
We don't know why..
Why they want to rule the world? (-Lars-Cuya!)
Only white man and black man's..??? the white power ???
The guns of mass destruction, them fighting about
Why the world is under so much bondage?
Here they come ??? in the knees
World wide hunger ??? one fear
Well gangster treaties who keep us in fear
How much more cannot people deal?
Need no more division
Need no more pride and I, I will keep on fighting to keep what's mine
We the people speaking our mind
And once more, would you say it for me now?

Tim:
Dynamite blast of the force of war
Government rides on the weak and poor
Don't want to see my brother in pain no more
When the little man fights all the big man's war..

Buju:
For centuries they victimise
Mental slavery with the clever disguise
Our prides on our people must rise
Decide your fate and life won't wait!

Life won't wait!!!
Life won't wait!!!
Oh, life won't wait!!!

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

Ah no!
No no!
Yeah!!!

With a gleaming success
With a different try
Religious indifference
Mixed between the lies/lines

Territorial company they legitimize
Persecution to form enterprise
The UN is called
To buffer it all

The problem is spreading international
Like Ireland's Belfast it's coming to be
A brand new key

Working class girl puts her money to the test...
She's got a new dress
She's gonna look her best
Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah!
She's got a new dress
She's lookin' to the west

Well entertain the idea of a peaceful end
Some things slow down to the used-to-been
Of a world which is seen the citizens die
While the innocent children play near fire now

When I'm not getting through, and see evidence
Another truth, we're bombing us
The time for civil war is the sooner I live
The chivalrous ones are never represented

Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's gonna look her best
Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's lookin' to the west

Allocating people for (???)
The methods of the summons are dastardly
Try to cleanse the hands of the murdering
But the advantage of guilt is lingering

Shadows of soldier lay nearby
The dead ones finally reach a compromise
Destruction of war lies in Bosnia
The destruction of war lies in Bosnia

True to ourself, glad we did it
Beat him down with a baseball bat
Police retreated the riot scenes
In fear of a baseballbat
Working class intellectuals
Disillusion you for sure
Broken dreams in Warsaw
Where all the dreams fall down

American baseball bat
Demolish the discoteque
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death

December 13, 1981
Who remembers the loaded gun
Who remembers the first morning
Of martial law
Hey, you should bring that Louisville
Yeah man, I'll know where
Yeah man i'm economic
Hardshipped in Warsaw

American baseball bat
Demolish the discoteque
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death
Hey! All alone, bludgeoned to death!

Yeah!
Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll!
It's about fightin' toe to toe...
Hard times come
Yeah the hard times go
When I say, come one, come all

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face.

One man's decision
Brings anothers opposition
Completely unbound
Down on the flats
Where the seaside meets
My lonely young town
Well all the rudies and skins
Well they're out on the streets
Making the way on the grill
Between the bottles and sex
They smash and they wreck
For something to live

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face

Sometimes you know there's no place to go
But to a long life of crime
Yeah but its so wrong to steal
Someone's very last meal
To profit up a dime
Your poe poes and greys
Well they end up in jail
Gonna swing the cowboys
Well you took a bite
Outta the apple of decision
That got ya there boy

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face

Hooligans and rudeboys
I don't want no racial hatred

Black and white, who are portrayed without bias.
These are the people whose voice I want to be...

I said the hooligans!
Rancid
Rudeboys!
Rancid
Hooligans!
Rancid
Rudeboys!
Rancid.

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face.
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure
(ahhh ahhhh ahhhhh)

Within the same school. The idea was that we'd later combine both styles,
unify the techniques.
But still, we were too young.
Too full of ignorant pride in our own succulent sorrow.

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

Open the jails and set the men free
Well the devils and witches are looming on me
And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision of descention into insanity

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

Humility will hold you and never let you go
To all my friends well, much gratitude
And to all the wicked, I've got my eyes on you
And everyone stands in confusion

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

(To do the job, you've got to prepare yourself to die.. die... die...)

Put 'em up, put 'em in, run 'em out, run quicker
Cool to the breath and quicker than liquor
Quicker than any motherfucker that I know
Rack 'em up and stomp 'em wherever he'll go
Rancid pack, I'm a blast it
Blasted lyrics of elastic
With a 12 gauge double barrel lyric gun

(Go... go ... go)

Reconcile with the culturalist
Proclamation to the nihilist
Down to the propagandist
Take me off of that fucking list

Open the jails and set the men free
Well the devils and witches are looming on me
And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision of dissension into insanity

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

(Go... go... go...)

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway
It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square
A hard line - It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

Michael's on his way to payback syndication
Of fisticuffs retired and his backstreet education
The 8-ball stops him low
Then the enemy’s faces show
It's crystal clear, it ain't so clear
For folks who become broken in here

[Chorus]
I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The cocaines out, then his world goes down, the prime objective is fear
To rival forces from different times and places nowhere near
The tension begins to grow
His instincts tell him so
He jumps I jump I watch a punk and its another splatter ohh yeah

[Chorus]

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway
It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square
A hard line - It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped, his bull-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang comes in cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar
He acts so apropos
Allusions at his door
He makes his point then jumps the joint
To the backseat with that mulatto girl yea

[Chorus]

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway
It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square
A hard line - It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

[Chorus]

Los Angeles kid came to it
Burn it into the ground
At the end of the day
You got to live your loss
Because you can't turn the clock around
I said oh my god you can have this allowance
But you better not miss this shot
You let yourself get in all kinds of danger
Soon enough you're gonna get caught
But then i had a feelin
It was like you and your crew were one in a million
That are dealin
This time the drugs are you
And they'll come through
And they ain't gonna stop
Till they get what they want

And i said nobody
That are dealin
This time the drugs are you
And they'll come through
And they ain't gonna stop
Till they get what they want

And i said nobody knows me
Im all alone
I i i got to go
It's a hollywood bus stop
And the parties over
I i i got to go

knows me
Im all alone
I i i got to go
It's a hollywood bust stop
And the party's over
I i i got to go

Johnnie slidin over BR Dante waitin for a ride
They're waitin to confide in hollywood
Contemplate backslide
With affordable lodging and a sun roof
Neslted amoung the filth
Frequencies and bad intentions
Gotta take it for what it's worth i say
But then i had a feelin
It was like you and your crew were one in a million
And i'm talkin to junkies Have you ever been hunted by your past
And it will never let you go
It'll never ever ever let you go
No i say it'll never ever ever let you go

Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, light in darkness come through

Silhouetted palm trees backing it up against the sky
Echo Park sunset, an ambulance drives by
But someone went down
And I wonder who
Faces flash forward, it could be anybody I knew

So I drank like a fish and I crawled like a rat
Through the city of shit I ended up on my back
But I can't believe you're with me after dark
So let it come together in Echo Park

And I say
Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, light in darkness come through

A red flag and your body wins
Or a snake bite, gotta start again
So I'm fucked up and watching TV all day
I don't wanna see what Ricki Lake gotta say

And it hits me when I'm alone, I'm an angry man
I start singing to myself I got dealt a shitty hand
With all these feelings my heart could explode
So is it not fear, knowing it all

And I say
Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
It was and you are, light in darkness come through

Nah nah nah nah nah

Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, light in darkness come through

Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked
Smoked the last dollar to her name
Are you buying?
Are you selling girl?
Talking square never change
And if I really wanna know
What it means for her to be free
Oh she's mixing cocktails
In a squat down Avenue C
(Lord have mercy!)

The parasitic clean on the most list easy
Ah, don't give her a fight
The ditch is shallow so I know
There won't be no fucking rainbow inside
And they deny allegations so strenuously
Oh man, don't get outta control
She was left wrestling in her silent anger
So hell I can't be there for her

I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing is for free
I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

I know she's jackin, homegirls mackin'
Tried to make sure, am I in love?
So she fixes them, oh to confuse them
Oh I know that, girl that's what you do
She made relationships and then runs the other way
Unstoppable for you and me
She won't relinquish herself to you, and I sense an emergency

She can cry, she can hide in the lower east side
There's a road in the fast lane cursed
Above all the infamous, wicked circus of the fools
And if I really want to know how the pernicious stay on top
Oh they don't break, no they don't fake
They make her wake
They don't stop

I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing is for free
I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

Yeah

I just wanna know who's talkin' to me
I just wanna know
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

I saw some better days, from Beijing to Hunter Place
A portrait of the sum of the last couple years
See I lost an image, an image of chaos
All I've ever known is isolation and pain?
I'm on the verge of losing everything, every single day
In all this deadly drama you know I see myself fall
I've been confusing
A lost canyon
Consuming it all

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

So I may be antisocial and shy, and yo I found myself a job
But I journey and complain, through incredible odds
Its the simple things i guess, a delicate balance
I never really thought I could make it all happen
Now the anarchist kid gives a fuck about you
I stood up every single time I fell

It's just you
It's just you
Consuming it all

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite them

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

Yeah!!!

White Stones Queens
1974
Father's talking shit
Mother fucker slammed the door
Hit the streets running
Cannot take it anymore
In the reins of a train,
I cuddle on the floor.
Well the park bench door
Sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
From innocence to misery
Oh this is what you want
Not the way, what they fucking say

Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Lower east side
1976
Who's got the dope
And who's turnin tricks
Should i call a loser all for a fix
Rippen off some lady
Just to avoid from gettin sick
Well when life runs slow
When you got nowhere to go
What the fuck happen to your soul when your low
Is he coming over?
Is he coming home?
Oh momma's disappointed,
Waiting by the phone
Yeah
Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Same fucking shit
1998
Lifting Bait
And mother fuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking people,
By the Kennedy Straight
Who got the Bag,
Gonna seal his fate
Well the park bench door
And sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
For Manifested misery
Oh this is what you want
I don't care, what they fucking say

Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed for me
I want nothing to do with your crazy world

Broken promises, so full of nonsense
Are blanketed by the time
I was all abandoned and alone
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed on me
You want me to believe that the streets are paved in gold

Some tenderness, then the cold hits
And then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to our forgotten homes
The orphans in confusion, to discharged refugees
In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease
You bled my loyalty

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed for me
You want me to believe that the streets are paved in gold

Oh, you're telling me, not to worry About the short-comes of lies
And the high cost of living
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista

All right this one goes out to all our friends in New York:
H2O, The Slackers, Stubborn All Stars
Must respect
Hey Tim take it away my man.

Well I heard they fly a confederate flag
Down at the state house
Got a gun to my head from the hand of a man
Down at the state house
Well I reach for a dollar in the hole in my pocket
Down at the state house
They said I got some rights and I really shouldn't knock it
Down at the state house

What can we do? [x7]

Broken bones, broken rules
They can all be fixed (oh yeah)
So let those who battle with the pen
And the others with the fist (its the gospel now)
The strong ones will be defiant with words that can convince
You can take this as rules but I'll take it as a dis

Yeah!!!

Well they wanna hold me with wrongful suspicion
Down at the state house
And I'm all bundled up in an awkward position
Down at the state house
And they say its all part of a hundred year tradition
Down at the state house
And I do feel they got a mental condition
Down at the state house

What can we do? [x7]

Hey gettin' crazy watch me
Was it you all along working for the CIA?
Iran contra Panama
American casket parlet (work it now, work it)
Visions of light yes, visions of death no, visions gone astray (oh yeah)
Jump on that DC-10 my man oh and you fly away

Ignore the weak ignore the poor
Down at the state house
They got a real good position for me on the floor... hell no
Down at the state house
They said your gonna make a real real nice world
Down at the state house
But they do not know the law not no at all
Down at the state house

What can we do? [x7]

Alright this one goes out to:
Sick of it All
Agnostic Front
Lord Ezec and the Crown of Thornz
Bill Blackout
D-Generation
DJ Ansen
Dave Hillyard and the Rocksteady seven
Simon and the Bob Sinisters
Nine Lives
Chrisipline and his new band Under the Gun
Madball
Marky Ramone and the Intruders

Hey Marky: Go get your fuckin shine box!

Yeah!!!

He's gonna go go get it, gonna run run set it
In another white hidden realm (?)
Everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
It's not the style, nor a trial. It's the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together; I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions of sight
Well within an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light
Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well it gets so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walk through
I walk through the vicious ones
and I really don't care

Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
Getting across distrust
Passive resistance, Your assistance:
You're the one smoking dust!

It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
And what once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable

Yeah we're on/rhymmes ? imagine that
All punk rock must move inside, all ? must move inside.
Come out to Brooklyn Town and Coyote Studios ?

[repeat 2x]
London you're gonna find them
New York, L.A., back to Kingston
All I see is youth fighting
All I see is youth fighting

Well, in sympathy, there's some
Integrity, but in
Humility I've come to find a whole lot more

I'm not one to judge, nor I
Carry a grudge, but I
Refuse to budge my determinating vow

London you're gonna find them (London town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

London you're gonna find them (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

Come I said put down your ratchet now
Rudeboy set down your gun
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done

? the road controlled by Satan
Fight back from that with love vibration
Pull out, division, racism, and schism
We gonna make 'em flee, run

Easy, you know it ain't easy
Got to make a decision
Got to learn to say no, no, no...

I burn from inside all the walls
A dead man can't hear all the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat

Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when you're misunderstood
When you're rotting in jail, wish you would be
Out on the street like Robin Hood

All those who fall, those who try
Let them go, oh victimize
You see you ain't gonna take their power, demise
Not in your lifetime see more hypnotized, come again

London you're gonna find them (London town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

London you're gonna find them (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

Come I said put down your ratchet now
Rudeboy set down your gun
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done

? the road controlled by Satan
Fight back from that with love vibration
Pull out, division, racism, and schism
We gonna make 'em flee, run

Easy, you know it ain't easy
Got to make a decision
Got to learn to say no, no, no

I burn from inside all the walls
A dead man can't hear all the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat

Heat... heat... heat...heat...

[repeat 4x.]
London you're gonna find them (London Town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

All I see is you/youth fighting
All I see is you/youth fighting
All I see is you/youth fighting...