On the waves of the Pacific, Down south from the Imperial city a small lonely islands floats. The fate of our imperial country Lies in the hands of this
I mean nothing, Only nothing. There's nothing I can do about that. I've accepted my place in the back. This is not the place or time to snap. I
: Subculture running for twenty years fed by anger and public fear We will soon unleash our rage read about us on the front page (chorus) Skinheads
: Went to fight for your country, became a prisoner of war Then on national news reels, rejected what you fought for Harry ______ was a nice man, a humble
: THE BOYS We're from the city, from the streets Our mates always seem to meet No one seems to care Wear our boots and crop our hair We don't wear Martens
: Walking 'round the streets hand in hand with fear No one can tell what is 'round the bend Don't side with the other side 'cos if you do we'll find
brother we must prevail 'Cos only the strong will ever be hailed It will be our new nation, built by blood and brawn And for years to come this will be our marching song
: Here they come walking down the street steel capped boots and their feet Scars and blisters on their hands the forgotten heroes of this land (chorus
: Pride and loyalty! We are the youth of America, standing tall and proud And we claim for our nation, the entire world Our forefathers came to this
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon my defenses Softly, gently, night unfits
Coach said to fake right, break left Watch out for the pick and keep ya eye on the defense You gotta run, give and go Take the ball to the hole like a
Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night
this song It's the very last letter to an old lover To say I'm glad It makes me happy to use you a little Just to use you a little to write this song
' ice cream cones, so play like the group I did bitch and get on I'm a front line pusher for the G's I stay on the defense Stay by the lane and the gutter
the smell of magnolia It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke Plus songs I wrote, milkin
Gun bigger than sword ass niggas Now enter in the ring gun drawn, makin moves like pawns Two at a time, comin for mine Like a song nigga cbs, he cant
say it then i done did it have your girl trickin out for that 1 Fifty the car 150, the charm 150 two blunts of irene, i do a song quickly Yeah,she txtin
what extensive Any, should I go? 'Cause it's getting expensive Being on the other side of the courtroom on the defensive They say that I cause extensive