A gang of w*****s attacked us from the back, we turned around and went into attack. We chased them around the town, the streets up and down, and now they lying there bleeding on the ground.
Baseballbats and knives, a part of our lives. It´s the way things are, broken bones and scares.
The police came and blamed us for the mess, they beat us up and put us in the arrest. They claim that we´re scum but we´re proud we´ll never run, it´s always we who get the blame every f****** time.
My girlfrend says, that I´ll have to make a choice. To choose between her and go out with the boys. Stay at home and watch TV, is that a life? It couldn´t be. Every weekend stay at home. No way you b****, then I´d rather be alone.
Violonce a part of our lives
Baseballbats and knives, a part of our lives. It´s the way things are, broken bones and scares.
The police came and blamed us for the mess, they beat us up and put us in the arrest. They claim that we´re scum but we´re proud we´ll never run, it´s always we who get the blame every f****** time.
My girlfrend says, that I´ll have to make a choice. To choose between her and go out with the boys. Stay at home and watch TV, is that a life? It couldn´t be. Every weekend stay at home. No way you b****, then I´d rather be alone.
Violonce a part of our lives