Текст и слова песни Наив – PUNKS NOT DEAD
I made my own evolution,
Now I"m living without illusions,
Now I"m not so straight as I was.
Too many people were involved,
But then I found out that they were sold,
They were sold by themselves.
But who really wants to stuff,
A white Kleenex up mу mouth?
Or rush to the toilet & slash their wrists,
But who really cares - no one gets pissed.
Your brain"s a mess & that is fine,
It corresponds to mine - fine
You can not pass your twenty-nine.
Too mad? Your rage? We"ll cool you down,
Lay in your grave - don"t misbehave,
Lay - this is your grave.
But who says we"ve been glued by the liquor,
By the ones that were smarter & quicker,
But who knows if Beatles raped Naive,
And who knows if they"re too naive to believe that,
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
You only wanna screw & kill,
Anything to make you ill - KILL!
So that the vomit washes off my tears.
Too many wounds that never bled,
Too many magnums at my head, now
Now I decided to stop it all.
But whales that piece of paper mean?
That all those suckers signed for him?
They are the dirty & I am the clean,
They ate my garbage, now I eat their cream!
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
Now I"m living without illusions,
Now I"m not so straight as I was.
Too many people were involved,
But then I found out that they were sold,
They were sold by themselves.
But who really wants to stuff,
A white Kleenex up mу mouth?
Or rush to the toilet & slash their wrists,
But who really cares - no one gets pissed.
Your brain"s a mess & that is fine,
It corresponds to mine - fine
You can not pass your twenty-nine.
Too mad? Your rage? We"ll cool you down,
Lay in your grave - don"t misbehave,
Lay - this is your grave.
But who says we"ve been glued by the liquor,
By the ones that were smarter & quicker,
But who knows if Beatles raped Naive,
And who knows if they"re too naive to believe that,
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
You only wanna screw & kill,
Anything to make you ill - KILL!
So that the vomit washes off my tears.
Too many wounds that never bled,
Too many magnums at my head, now
Now I decided to stop it all.
But whales that piece of paper mean?
That all those suckers signed for him?
They are the dirty & I am the clean,
They ate my garbage, now I eat their cream!
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
Punks not dead?!?
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