"Punk story" Ringtone to your Cell
this time nobody likes you!
this time nobody believes you!
this time i can not trust you!
this time i can not believe you!

this is all i hear, all the time
"i'm so sorry that i'm not a boy that everyone likes"
if you wanna know how the story goes – the real story goes that i'm not sorry for followin' a different rythm

"Justify lying" Ringtone to your Cell
You always have the latest news, but i
Just don't believe you
Popularity seems to be a goal
You're aiming for
But lies are the words you're using
Can't you see it's not as harmless
As you think
You're hurting people
By lying

I don't wanna talk to you, because...

Different roads you ought to go
To satisfy your cheap desires
You don't even know what is that thing
Called "truth"
Because all i see is you
Lying

I don't wanna talk to you, because
I don't wanna hear the lies from you

"My own thing" Ringtone to your Cell
you know the truth and you're placing demands
how to sound? what to eat? what to wear?
which places to go?
you're the one to know
what is cool, where should all the punks go
you're preaching today what punks should obey
but tomorrow you'll be so ashamed that you were a punk
but now you are the one acting drunk
and if one is not with you than he must be a fool
because nobody is more punk than you!

i won't act the way told me
even if it costs me the names you'll call me
i've got nothing to prove to you
because you are nothing but a fool
according to you, you always know so much
and everything you touch turns into gold
you're in control
truth is you are nothing in the real world

you are walking around playing "godfather punk"
you think you're someone but you're just a scum
and i'm doing my thing you won't change me
i won't compromise, not a bit
i know why i'm here
because this music is true so fuck you

"Smiling right at our faces" Ringtone to your Cell
Racist cops walk on the street
"serve", "protect" and break my teeth
criminals they're working for
earn their fortunes in the war
and now they are called heroes

...and i don't understand...

millions of people out of job
wages, homes or will for life
but, you are smiling on TV
making all those promises
that you can't keep

...and i don't understand
why the fuck you show your face
on TV, in the papers
do you have no fuckin' shame
smiling right at our faces
we're sinking more with every day
you lead your politics
you should be one who cares,
but your interest is yourself

Send "Burdened" Ringtone to your Cell
You can't wash blood of off your hands. No prayer can do that. You can't redeem for all of your sins.
What's done is done my friend. I change. You change. New day rising. You can't sell prayers and rules to hungry, ill and poor.

You call it God's love but you can't fool me, I'm no fool. I change. You change. New day rising.
Living on prayers for sick children and the sons in the army. They search for hope but you give them nothing instead.

Breastfeed the criminals and shelter all the murders. I could have sworn I heard the bells rining for the dead.
You never meant well so stop searching for the enemy. Hasn't the past taught you anything. Blood is still red!

I throw the Bible in your face, searching for the better sense. I'll never trust you. I'll never trust you my friend.
Blood is still red, and you are the one who is burdened...

sing in the sink" Ringtone to your Cell
it was summertime and we played a gig down at the seaside when
i started to think about you and about me and the recent thing we had
and then i fight, fight, fight, fight, fight through the night because the boys were talking bad about you
and i'm sure i was/i'll be the best there is if you let me in your arms again...
all i do is thinking about you...
and i will be your policy, your maximum security
would you let me be your man
let me be your man
let me be your man
let me be your man
so i'm spending days making new myself all because of you
and i exercise, i buy clothes you like and i had a haircut too
i'll give you back the stuff i took from you if you let me be your man
except for stereo it's now mine you know
it's a perfect match with my furniture
your man
let me be your man
let me be your man
let me be your man
just let me read your mail.