you can do We are the untutored youth don't even try. No use in knowing all the when's and why's. We are the untutored youth youth (youth) youth (youth
I?m sorry for my mistakes i never meant to break the rules i was such a fool i never knew right and wrong that?s why i?m singing this song to you to all
: We are untutored youth and heres the proof. Dont wanna know anything we don't and it's the truth - and they lost out. If you can't hear me just start
We are untutored youth and heres the proof. Dont wanna know anything we don't and it's the truth - and they lost out. If you can't hear me just start
: I remember all those bands Preaching with motherfucking X's on their hands The Youth Of Yesterday, what else can I say The times have changed and they
They've got us fighting with each other with their lies and fuckng wars Meanwhile back in your scene In a small scale affair Lables and bands propaganda to take money from the youth
: Figure hanging on a leather band Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who
: (intro) she bad,she scraight,she fine as hell whats up with ya whats up with you little mama i got the bands(ooh mr. perfect) (chorus) Ms perfect
little things get me depressed. when i was a young boy i got a stereo and i taped all the songs straight off the radio. the sounds that the bands
down the witching hour From earth to ashes we all shall fall Those eyes, ebony enchanted Pass on the undenying truth Of youth there isn't any left What
: I waste my time on a lazy day don't know what to do or what to say I'm just hanging 'round with my best friends we've got a band but we ain't got
wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands
That that's one of the principal things His Excellency regrets! So now you know About the Diplomatic Corps, How it can so Corrupt the soul of youth.
: Lost in a sea of combat boots, flush the bouncers with wasted youth when did punk rock become so safe, when did the scene become a joke the kids who
represent I don't feel urgency in explaining My consience opaquely clear The seed is gently sown back to mother earth The flower blooms the splendid youth
: The bars are crowded with wasted youth You just went, you didn't know the truth You don't know that kid when you look back You remember the music,
java Strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem Scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler So many hands raised as the band plays I
coming like a ghost town. Tricky : Why must the youth fight against itself? Terry : This place is coming like a ghost town. Tricky : Government leaving the youth
