Burn, Burn, Burn the paper screamed out loud
Die, Die, Die, sang the voices in the crowd
Lock him up and throw him in a cell
He didn't really do it and you know full well

So, burn, burn, burn the papers screamed out loud
Die, Die, Die sang the voices in the crowd

[Chorus:]
And when it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero

He was a victim of inhuman revenge
He was a scapegoat for political ends
And no one knows if he did it or not
They never thought of that when they tightend the knot

Burn, burn, burn the papers screamed out loud
Die, die, die sang the voices in the crowd
Lock him up and throw him in a cell
He didn't really do it and you know full well

He didn't do it, He didn't do it
He wasn't there but you don't really care
Il tuo voto:
You preach anarchy, but you make the rules
Setting up heros like celluloid fools
In 20 lines you put the the world to right
You're anti war, but you wanna fight

[Chorus:]
Guttersnipe, Guttersnipe
you ain't so right
you ain't worth, ain't worth a light

You spread the lies to hide the truth
leaders of the misled youth
Promote the myth to hide the vice
Intellects who don't think twice
You got your badges, you've got your causes
Label under civillian forces
In black and white upon your face
There's nothing but an empty space
Il tuo voto:
Reality punk is all together
Fighting each other just ain't clever
You've got the wrong enemy picking on a friend
If we don't stand together then this is the end
Today's youth stand together
In your combat and leather
There's a cause a cause to fight
Not each other we must unite

Fight the real enemy <i>[x4]

Banned from the pubs everynight
Same old story will you ever see the light
Everyone toghter now listen to me
Don't fight each other fight the real enemy
Il tuo voto:
Harry runs his business
From above the dodgy Ino
His brother is a chemist
It's a front for Anadin
What's his name? Harry May <i>[x2]

[Chorus:]
Harry <i>[x4]</i> May, Harry [x4] May

Harry's got a roller
A shooter in the boot
Killing is his living
It's where he makes his loot

Now he's turned 60
He's given up his shooter
And he's always on the piss
Il tuo voto:
Half past 5 I'm in the pub
Six O'clock it's home for grub
Eight O'clock I'm back to the bar
Sod the walk I'll take the car

[Chorus:]
Knock it back
Have another one
Drinking and driving is so much fun

In the motor off you go
Not too fast and not too slow
Keep your head and keep your cool
Must avoid that rightful pull
As you meander down the road
Don't forget your highway code
See the spot and take your pick
Out of the car to be sick!.....
Il tuo voto:
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