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| Lirics from the record "Młodzież Punkowa 33 1/3" |
My street (MOJA ULICA)
Don’t look for my street in the middle of the city
Where the suits, limos and perfumes are
Look over your shoulder at forgotten districts
Where black jackets and the kids full of pride are
Ask somebody how to get to that place
And get there at the right time
To see the street winking at you
And behind your back, in dark alleys, knives shine
Don’t look for my thoughts in your head
Where definitions, ideas and wisdoms are
Listen at night, behind my house’s windows
How unwelcome guests are treated
The rules are nothing new here
Leave them behind the door when you go out
‘Cause knife is light and thoughts are burden
When the sound of steps behind you is closer
Ask somebody how to get to that place
Where tattered walls squash you from everywhere
And to see the street winking at you
And wounded sun heals fresh scars
God has your name (BÓG MA TWOJĘ IMIĘ)
Don’t tell me that your religion is a way
‘Cause life sucks and then you die
You won’t care at the of the line
The name of God, Lenin or Hitler
God has your name
Don’t try to convince me that it should be like that
To dwell upon in these heads along with yours
And forget about looking in the eyes
When your fists serve some stupid slogan
And if you want to really know
And if you have to really believe
Then finally believe that God has your name
‘Cause perhaps it’ll be easier to survive
Music (MUZYKA)
There’s a band there is music, it’s on top then it’s gone
One hit after hit, band’s leader is an idol
One hit after hit suddenly stopped being an idol
Everything passes, everything goes
The music is above all
‘Cause it disappears though, it will come back
‘Cause someone will hum it
The hit after hit is gone and they’re gone as well
And they screamed they are against, the crowd was moved, the crowd cheered
Thousands of fans dispersed, someone else is feeding their senses
The hope keeps me alive
That you’ll remember me
Your love Angelica
Is evanescent as music
Punk rock music
Our beloved music
Forever Punk (NA ZAWSZE PUNK)
Rebellion, fight, freedom and dreams
Distinctness, strength, aggression and fists
Utopia, chaos, control and fun
System, government and anarchy
Mohawks and cockneys
Hobnails leathers and steel knuckles
The crew, beer, pogo and trouble
Tolerance and destruction
Forever punk, That’s what I want to be
If you think that those are only words
Then go away
Sex Pistols and Exploited
Dead Kennedys, Clash, Conflict and Ramones
Dezerter, Kryzyzs, Karcer and Włochaty*
Independence or Commerce
Anarchists and anti-fascists
Zins, scene and squatters
Positive and negative
We’ll always remain different
Punks not dead
* One of the most important Polish Punk bands in history
Live short but cool (ŻYJ KRÓTKO, ALE PIĘKNIE)
You’re walking, you’re lying and you get up again
You’re standing up, you’re puking and you feel bad again
But you don’t give a damn – the drugs are OK
‘Cause the world is so cruel and bad
You’re on high, you get beaten up
Nazis, bullies you don’t stand against them
You’re too weak to get up
‘Cause the world is so cruel and bad
Your family suffers, they don’t want to know you
You dream about beautiful golden shot
Finally you die, lying somewhere on the bottom
‘Cause the world is so cruel and bad
Live short but cool
Ha ha ha ha ha ha …
A Human (CZŁOWIEK)
A thief drives
Over this bridge
He’s got an expensive car
A murderer goes
Over this bridge
After a short prison sentence
And under the bridge
A human lives in terrible poverty
He hasn’t eaten anything today
‘Cause he’s got no money
Amounts and numbers
Everywhere
Everything has its price
And everything you can buy
You can sell yourself
Sell your honor
Self-esteem and ideals
He, just didn’t want to
How many people will lose their jobs and homes
How many people will die of hunger and cold
How many people will commit suicide due to the lack of perspectives
In free, sovereign, democratic, POLAND
Hypocrite (HIPOKRYTA)
There’s no justice in the world
Evil is everywhere
No one can hear your scream
If you don’t believe what you say
What’s the point of
Painting the anarchy, when you don’t believe in it
What’s the point of
Bleaching the swastika, when you hate the judes
Maybe someday it will be different
Maybe people will believe in equality
Maybe they won’t be just meaningless words
- tolerance and justice
What’s the point of
Not eating animals, when you wear boots made of leather
What’s the point of
Being a pacifist, when everybody are getting out of your way
Don’t be a hypocrite, start from yourself !!!
Polish (POLACY)
They earn six hundred zloty*
So it’s enough to have a beer sometimes
Poor is their family
Mother, Father and the dog too
They live in catholic state
A country of love to your fellow
Saint Mary is their queen
But they don’t care about each other
Sometimes they go to vote
To elect another asshole
For one it’s a country of dreams
For other it’s a Kuroń’s soup**
They don’t go along with seventh commandment well
Listening to chauvinistic radio
They drink, ‘cause “a pole likes to drink”
They often die for not their freedom
They love their great heroes
Charles Wojtyla and Adam Malysz***
They dream to win the lottery
They still believe that Polish team will win the match
* about 120 dollars, per month of course
** Kuroń’s soup colloquially a social help for unemployed, name taken from the legendary Solidarność leader Jacek Kuroń, who was a minister for social affairs in Polish government (after 1989) and he distributed to homeless and poor Polish free soup
*** Charles Wojtyla known as Jean Paul II the present Pope. Adam Malysz, famous polish ski jumper
Iraq (IRAK)
They killed the first one, they will kill others
Terrorists or patriots
And our soldiers didn’t come here out of their good will
But for the money you know it well
Every war is evil
Terrorism is just a background
Of policy and money
The war won’t take people out of their poverty
There’s oil flowing in politicians’ veins
Who’s against gets a kick
In the ass at least and I thought
That a human is equal for the God’s resemblance
It won’t be better (NIE BĘDZIE LEPIEJ)
“Do you like sex – as the horse likes oats”
“Mr. Ziobro you are nothing”*
Deputy Florek is a hero
Andrew fights in parliament
Saint Archangel occupies the rostrum
You have them as you vote
So, why choose the buttheads
Think twice before you voting
It won’t be better, it’ll be funnier
* Fragments of idiotic politicians’ public speeches
Boredom (NUDA)
We drank some beer together
With a short break for wine
But it was horribly boring
So the vodka flowed
We tanked and tanked
But we got bored
A friend gave us an advice
Let’s start to smoke some pot
When dope ended
We found a syringe
We stabbed our veins
And the days were beautiful
We borrowed some needles
And we got AIDS
The Boredom destroyed us
The Boredom killed us
Boredom, boredom, boredom
Win or die (ZWYCIĘŻĄJ ALBO GIŃ)
Which politician are you ready to give your life for
What ideals can make you ready to get a bullet
How will history judge you in hundred years
Will you fight for theoretically better world
What slogans can push you to battle
What system is convenient for you
What flag will you fight for
Will you give, Will you give, Will you give your life to them
Win or die
What is worth of your life
Win or die
What is worth of your blood
Copyright by Street Ruffian
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