Текст песни «Punks Not Dead». Наив

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?!?

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