1. |
Broke The Mold
02:39
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Get up in the morning, you hate your live
Take a cup of coffee, you must be awake
Wash up your face and put up makeup
You must be a happy face when the boss turns away
Then returns home in front of the TV set
Your wife doing the dinner, she's always does the same
The child is not as important as what the TV says
Your mind expecting for another exiting day
Our people know that
We broke the mold, the mold that created us
Bored of stereotypes
We broke the mold, the mold that created us
Every season you must change your clothes
This spring I’m gonna dress like a rolling stone
Next summer I wear hippie style because it returns
I need to dress up as the trend sets
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2. |
Burn This City
02:24
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Everyone say you cannot change it
They steel us and you cannot do anything
That’s the way thing are
And that’s the way thing will happen
Meanwhile they fill their pockets
They have no shame, no scruples
They tell us they work for us
And we are who work for them
They still demand that we vote
And what we should do is burn it all
They have to be strapped on their chair
We will exploit them to the air
Sha la la la la la la la la la
We gonna burn this city (X3)
Sha la la la la la la la la la
With all politicians inside
My dream is to see burn the money you have
And see the people reborn into the ash
I don’t know why you’re running
You can’t hide all your cash
Now it's too late, you can't leave
Gasoline have already spread
Sha la la la la la la la la la
We gonna burn this city (X3)
Sha la la la la la la la la la
With all politicians inside
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3. |
I Can't Believe
01:58
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When I see world hunger, I can't believe in you.
When I see weapons, I can't believe in you.
When I see walls, I can't believe in you.
When I see child soldiers, I can't believe in you.
When I see people killing for money
While others are dying because they can not have.
And I see everyone turning their backs.
When I see your house full of riches
While houses disappear under the mud.
More and more I'm clear that, I can't believe in you
when I see unfree men, I can't believe in you.
when I see pederasty, I can't believe in you.
when I see your bloody hands, I can't believe in you.
when I see injustice, I can't believe in you.
How can you allow so much hurt
To those who never deserve it.
How can be everything goes from bad to worse.
How can you let to proclaim hatred in your name,
With complete impunity.
Explain that! Explain why! I should believe in you!
I can't believe in you. X4
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4. |
The Kids Are Ready
02:26
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On early years you gonna take them to choose
To be a man or maybe to be a proof.
You experiment with little boys like worms.
You're making soldiers save your thrones.
And now they can’t take the beats.
They’re always in the blitz.
But they never reach and never hits
They never never become themselves
Well done the kids are ready
The kids are ready
The kids are ready to lose
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5. |
Alone
03:04
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I stay alone, on this great field
My soul doesn’t have enough evil
No more than ten, and lived so much
Who knows if I will arrive to the next March
Maybe tomorrow, I will die
Perhaps behind a hand grenade
Hunger for me is my destiny
To live, I am forced to flee
So many miles walking alone
With my lonely heart full of hope
Nothing to eat, but I resist
My freedom is down the hill
I find more children who are like me
Expecting the night, because they can’t see
Together, we try to climb and jump the fence
We succeeded, we are on the other side
My dreams are here, behind the wall
The first world to me was the goal
I don’t know more than TV explains
And see your home like the paradise
Now running away, my live is in front of me
My feet doesn’t feel the fatigue
I hear the voices of military
And then a bullet comes into me
My dreams were here, behind the wall
The first world to me was the goal
I don’t know more than TV explains
And see your home like the paradise
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6. |
They Are The Army
02:09
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People calling on the streets
In all the big cities
Fighting for they rights
Working to have a future
Hear the sirens in the distance
Blue lights on the walls
Now they come
They’re here to cause panic on the asphalt
Cause they are...
They are the army, they are the army
They are the army, the army of the rich
The cops were armed form head to toe
And have eager for get the action
They only need and order now
Go inside and start the party
Earning the salary
That the govenment pay to them
They are the tool
So that everything stays the same
Cause they are...
They are the army, they are the army
They are the army, the army of the rich
Many of them are wearing plain clothes
Are the first to throw the stones
Now they can shoot rubber bullets
Indiscriminately to the crowd
Then the tv want to explain
The Violents are always the same
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7. |
Lifestyle
02:06
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Although my heart was born from a Stone valley
My life was really simply a set of failures and deceptions.
When the sun tells me: You are silly.
I always think the world is not made for me
But now I'm stronger than I’ve never been
The last day I fail was yesterday
I won't let anyone tread me
Now it's time to rise to live everywhere
It is my lifestyle;
And I would never change;
It is my lifestyle;
This is how I wanna be,
Disappearing from the rest of the lands
On my own, playing themes or just breathe, perhaps.
It doesn't look more than a hand to get stand,
But this sound really gives me more than a feel
It is my lifestyle;
And I would never change;
It is my lifestyle;
This Is how I wanna be,
People say that it’s thing of the past,
But if they look a little farther than just their noses
They’ll can find one more of us,
Demanding answers for each question unanswered
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8. |
Someone Spying Me
02:59
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Mama, I think that there’s someone spying me
There's someone following my steps
I know they know what's my name is
Although I don't see them, they’re here
I’m sure they have controlled me
and that if they want me they can ruin my life
Mama, I know all this but I'm not scared
I don't care how many they are, I’ll resist
I know I can win this battle
Don't forget, this also happens to you
I’m sure that they have controlled me
And that if they want me they can ruin my life
Someone spying me, spying me
Mama, if no one allows, they can't do it
We will write our future bit by bit
Help me to fight against evil
If we don't act fast, they'll be powerful
Someone spying me, spying me
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9. |
Return This Summer
02:40
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Long since you left so far away
We never forget you in our minds
Smoke blowing in front of your face
Your smile remains into our eyes
But you really stay here
You never gone
Into each party
In every jump
I remember you selling some beers
One euro isn’t so much to ask
Smoking joints we’re have some fever
But everything that happen was fun
And you really stay here
You never gone
Into each party
In every jump
Returns this summer
As all other ones
Come on dance with Johnny
Cause now Johnny is dancing here in hell
River ever refreshes your soul
Every drop remembers your skin
You never hide from anyone
You’re who you are, and you always will be
And you really stay here
You never gone
Into each party
In every jump
Returns this summer
As all other ones
Come on dance with Johnny
Cause now Johnny is dancing here in hell
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10. |
Tonight
03:39
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The street is getting darker
And the lamp light bright’s,
We heard our steps under the starry sky.
Tonight! we feel free!
People are having fun,
The beer invades the bars
In the outdoor we smell weed cigars.
Tonight! we feel free!
There’s a distant noise
Someone pull strings
Guitars and drums are already playing.
Tonight! We feel free!
The Band starts the show
The floor starts to gnash.
We’ll dance Ramones and The Clash along
Tonight!Cause we feel free!
Live tonight like the last
Removed from your head the dust. Stayed for a while!
Move your feet, move them fast
You can get all things tonight. Stayed for a while!
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