Paroles Teenage Roit Rampae de Suspekt

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Textes et Paroles de Teenage Roit Rampae



It´s saturday out with the boys time to celebrate the OI!
it´s our life, its our time we´re not old to walk the line
We overthrow the scabby pubs oder beer and Havanna club
Singing our dirty song and dancing on the tablelounge

i feel great with times take this and i don´t wanna miss
the lousy youth comes back again but today its better than

Feels like Teenage roit, rampage in the city kicks your ass
tenthausend beers in bottles spirits in mass
To all Skinheads, Punks and Bootboy- Fucking boozehounds of our class
Plase fill me one more damn whisky in my glass... Oi!

In the meantime it´s 6 o´clock a.m. the pub is closed, we´re out again
Running through the lonesome steets shouting loud: NO TIME TO SLEEP!
We´re searching for another place to shot the rest from us away
the most pitiful pub is allright 5 minutes later its time to fight

i feel great with times take this and i don´t wanna miss
the lousy youth comes back again but today its better than

Feels like Teenage roit, rampage in the city kicks your ass
tenthausend beers in bottles spirits in mass
To all Skinheads, Punks and Bootboy- Fucking boozehounds of our class
Plase fill me one more damn whisky in my glass... Oi!

It´s a sleepy sunday afternoon my head hangs down my eyes are blue
the purse is empty i have a cut i must spit life is a fuck
my baggy body is suffering pain my girlfrind said i´ve been a shame
my mom is calling i tell a lie and soon it´s monday i want to die

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