I dont wanna work
I dont wanna sleep
I dont wanna stand on my own two feet
I dont wanna laugh
I dont wanna cry
Ive set my emotions to the side
I dont wanna- I dont wanna
I dont wanna do anything
Cuz youre shit
and hes shit
well shes shit
were all fucked
I dont wanna go
i dont wanna stay
i couldnt care less anyway
i dont wanna fuck
i dont wanna score
i dont wanna live my life no more
Baby Ive been around the world and back
So many cities i cant keep track
so many drugs- i cant remember
another gig is another bender
Touring, touring- its never boring
pogo all night and party til the morning
Who could forget those berlin nights
Those red light girls and irish fights
from polish skins in czech pubs
to glassing crusties in minnesota clubs
you know the girls they cum and go
theres whiskey on the bar and a pocket full of blow
ill give you blood for a five dollar show
but thats what i do i gotta hit the road
I remember high school
man was it a bore
i remember being shut out
for the clothes i couldnt afford
and i recall being accused
of things id never do
and i recall the photographs
that i never took of you
So... heres to the losers
heres to me and you
heres the loers
whatare you gonna do
I remember being shunned
and being pushed aside
singled out against the wall
and stripped of any pride
and i recall running away
from assholes just like you
now it seems youre the only fucks
I ever run into
out here after dark out in the streets
never trust anyone that you meet
bullets fly by and people scream
the lucky lie dead this aint no dream
no, no, no doves fly here
desperate kids take what you got
doesnt really matter cuz it aint a lot
bomb all the dance halls watch the ravers die
no turning back from suicide
the time is coming near
we thought you all should hear
that were not in the shadows anymore
were standing side by side
were ready to collide
i think you know what weve come for
Were taking back our dignity
Punks and skins back to the streets
were taking back our dignity
herberts and hooligans never retreat
we wont be taken down
always two feet on the ground
unless were drunk and passed out on the floor
you best keep to yourself
or well put you on the shelf
dont come around- I think you know the score
Your innocence was sweet
it really knocked me off my feet
but you found another love
now you dance to a dead beat
you say he numbs the pain
that warm rush through your vein
you crack a little smile
as you nod out again
Youre shot- shot up and shot down
They cant hear you pout
they could never help you out
and no one understrands
why youre crying day in and day out
feel your veins collapse
your face is scarred from smoking crack
but you keep it alive
by making money on your back
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