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P. M. H.
02:01
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We are here again
And we are gonna play for you
Our folk song
Pogo dancing in peace
Our songs of peace
We are gonna sing for you
Maybe you will see
How to destroy a wall
We haven’t met yet
We are here for you
Postaveni mimo hru
And you’ll know what klezla punk is
We haven’t met yet
We are here for you
Postaveni mimo hru
And you’ll know what klezla punk is
Turn back to your girl
She must know punk
Right from the start
She’s gone pogo dancing
What do you wear man
What are those shoes
We used to wear
Shoes made for work
We haven’t met yet
We are here for you
Postaveni mimo hru
And you’ll know what klezla punk is
We haven’t met yet
We are here for you
Postaveni mimo hru
And you’ll know what klezla punk is
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2. |
Neocaust
03:02
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How many you’ve seen
sad stories
Bloody stab wounds
In bodies of the innocent
Thousands of lost
People’s lives
Shot people
In the line of a live fence
How can somebody say
That it was a lie
And proudly declare
To be a nazis louse
These fuckers know about it nothing
A. F. A., A. F. A. now must fight
Disclaim, refuse, scare, hail
In to the gas at first, I would take them all
Disclaim, refuse, scare, hail
In to the gas at first, I would take them all
Neocaust!
Neocaust!
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3. |
Take drugs until you die
01:41
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Take drugs until you die
When your life forces you
Quickly suck up a line in to your nose
Destroy your veins with this shit
Once, twice and you will feel hey
You can start digging your grave
Don’t wait for anything
Start begging for your coffin
Look, what are you now?
Shit, drugs, looser, only a strong fucker
You are drowning in abstinence, why and why?
Asking yourself thousand times
For you this
For you what?
Don’t do it for yourself
Don’t apply these shits into the veins
Don’t suck it up into the nose
Rather rely on yourself
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4. |
Go punk
02:15
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When I was a little child
About a meter above the ground
Punx used to gather
Down on the ground floor
My father amongst them
Stood in the front
And played this punk-rock song
Punk, punk, cling to the punk
And dance our pogo, pogo, cling to the pogo
Punk, punk, cling to the punk
And dance our pogo, pogo, cling to the pogo
Now I’m a man like a rock
About one meter, five inches
I’ve always wished
To sing loud to the world
When my father with his cherokees
Used to be down there
And sang this hit loud
Punk, punk, cling to the punk
And dance our pogo, pogo, cling to the pogo
Punk, punk, cling to the punk
And dance our pogo, pogo, cling to the pogo
Hop skip, hop skip, hop skip hop
Broken head and broken nose
Who doesn’t like our pogo
He can kiss his ass
Punk, punk, cling to the punk
And dance our pogo, pogo, cling to the pogo
Punk, punk, cling to the punk
And dance our pogo, pogo, cling to the pogo
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5. |
Green and blue
01:50
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Green uniforms
Blue we know too
Fucking stupid brains
We make fun of these guys
Attention! Stand!
To the left! To the right!
Prison cell from one side
Bullying from the other
Green is glorified
How to save our country
But from their mouths we can smell
Only alcohol
Blue in the streets
Should protect people
Corruption hand in hand
Stupid heads
Green and blue
Same fuckers are
Corruption and bribes
They cling to
Green is glorified
Blue in the streets
They have only one big shit
In their heads
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6. |
Red tyrants
03:33
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7. |
Injustice
01:38
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8. |
Emo style
02:36
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We are rather older
We don’t mind
We will be fucked up
When we can’t get the right tune
And then also little bit
The headache in the morning
After boozing nights
Depressive states of minds
We are still going on
Despite the fucking work
We have little money
We are despairing sweetly
It’s a little bit emo
Emotional states of minds
But we love our lives
Life is so much fun
Emo style, it’s so in! Emo style, I would puke!
Emo style, it’s so in! Emo style, I would puke!
We are rather older again
We don’t mind
We still feel fucked up
When we can’t get the right tune
They haven’t stopped yet
The headaches in the morning
After boozing nights
Depressive states of minds
Emo style, it’s so in! Emo style, I would puke!
Emo style, it’s so in! Emo style, I would puke!
Emo style, it’s so in! Emo style, I would puke!
Emo style, it’s so in! Emo style, I would puke!
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9. |
Hurrah to the army
01:47
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Hurrah to the army
He’s a legal killer
Trained machine
Who doesn’t feel fear
Hurrah to the army
Ready to shoot
Excuse for saving our country
Execute prisoners
Hurrah to the army
He´s a legal killer
Trained machine
Who doesn’t feel fear
Hurrah to the army
Ready to shoot
Excuse for saving our country
Execute prisoners
Hurrah to the army with a loud fuss
Legal violence with a tongue out
Hurrah to the army, attention, load, shoot
Push the trigger, don’t be slow
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10. |
Beautiful, gold & stupid
01:49
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