A threat to our wallet Cheap records scare nobody, cool buttons won't change life. Xeroxed zines scare nobody, Black Flag shirts won't change life. When our anger amounts to a black and white backpatch, then punk's still a threat, but only to our wallet.
Before it's too late We spent time running for the boss for cash. We spent time running from the supermarket to the church. We spent time running from the factory to the grave. When will i have time to lay down and think ? When will i have time to sit down and talk ? I'm losing my breathe, late, i'm so late. We're acting like the rabbit from "Alice in Wonderland", none we'll ever win the race, we will all be late. We're acting like the rabbit in "Alice in Wonderland", let's stop the game before it's too late.
Throw it away Talking about good and evil, mind saturated by empty thoughts, mind stuck into confusion. Can’t you see the way is clear ? Stop thinking about failure before things happen. Please throw away your comfortable morality !
Not on the map From the top of the hill I can see it clearly, but it doesn’t appear on the map. A mountain is pointed out, it’s not so far, 300 kms from here. Something is missing on the map, suburbs are not on the paper. This part of the city doesn’t exist. It’s just as if there was nobody leaving there, but I can see it clearly.
An old lie They say we’re living in the country of human rights. So no one can criticize our country. Here injustice is the past. I’m living in the land of freedom. History ended in my country. Here injustice is the past.
Force the pace Mr. Taylor didn’t like fallacy, Mr. Ford enslaved the workers to the line. I would have paid to hang Taylor with Ford’s guts or enslave them to the line...
Waiting for Sat on a rock, bored with waiting for what he will never have, he's waiting for life. Waiting for actions, passions, adventures. Waiting since his birth. Waiting always sat on his rock & always dreaming in front of the sky. Nobody can help him. Nobody knows, understands, dreams. Now he knows that, he stands up & goes away. Lonely heroe with the aim to save the world, save the world & himself. But on the road nobody needs him, he's too small & stupid. Soon worry comes again, more than ever. "There's no place for me today, there's no place for heroes." & when he died as lonely as he was during his whole life, he never ever knew there were different ways to be happy.
Just like heaven "Just like heaven everybody wants a little piece of land ! I read plenty of books out here ! Nobody never gets to heaven. Nobody gets no land. It's just in their hand, they're all the time talkin' about it, it's just in their head !" Words from of mice & men, by John Steinbeck