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Музыка : Yoko Kanno
Исполнитель : Steve Conte
Слова : Tim Jersen

Stray! Stray!

In the cold breeze that I walk along
The memories of generations burn within me

Я могу вознсти тебя к небесам, могу разорвать в клочки
Могу заставить тебя ползать на коленях
Могу похитить твои мечты, украсть надежду
И оставить тебя раскачиваться в петле

Могу заставить орать и лить слезы
Подтолкнуть тебя к той грани, когда желаешь смерти
Я диктую. что думать и говорить

Keep my head on straight -- keep my brains intact
Keep my marbles inside -- Show me how to act
Keep me in control of my situation
My gyroscope inside, it's all mine
Shrink my head down if you can
Find out what makes me a man
Get your periscope and peer right inside
Get your notebook out, tell me what you find

I killed Kurt, I shot him dead
I put that gun up to his head
I pulled the trigger, took his life
I made it look like suicide
I did it for the good of all mankind
I can't stand to hear a rich junkie whine
I blew his brains all over the floor
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Когда ты осознаешь,
Что нельзя изменить что-то. лишь нарисовав иксы на руке?
Когда ты осознаешь. что единение - очередное пустое слово
Если ты сам не вкладываешь в него смысл?
Ты говоришь, что рушишь стены между людьми
А между тем, мы разделены стеной

Ты чувстувуешь превосходство, я этого не переношу

There is no silver lining in the sky

There is no God judging from on high
There is no hereafter for us when we die

There is no eternity, it's all been a lie

There is no great unknown and no reason why

On and on and on and on
I never get a chance to catch my breath
On and on and on and on
I'm working myself to an early death

I work every day from 9 to 5
I make barely enough just to stay alive
I'm feeling frustrated and I don't know why

It's a system for the people but we have no say
It's a system where the people just get pushed away
For a profit, they gentrify our land
And the police enforce their will with an iron hand

We were born into the system -- we had no choice
But we can stand as one people -- with one loud voice
They exploit our labor -- For their own greed

Every moment of my life I'm locked inside this cage
Feeding fuel to the fire that encompasses my rage
Living in this world where I'm told how to behave
But I'll do just as I please, I won't be another slave

I'll fight for what I want, I can't sit back and wait
But it never seems enough, it just builds up my hate
Pure hate is all i need, pure hate is all I'll be

Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in fucking diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

We can justify her rape for being too scared to yell "Stop!"
Why?
She can't have a career, she has to stay home and cook
Fashion magazines tell her how she must look
She's a second class citizen in our "equal society"
Until things change we can never all be free
They say the clothes she wears justified their rude stares
And that seemed to make it alright

Once upon a time I was a man ruled by hate
And the way of spite and anger was all I could relate
Such a simple existence, I was looking for a fight
No more than temporary happiness for six feet of spite
Now I'm never gonna live by peace and love
Cause I'm from New York City, where there fly no doves
I'm just tired of being tolerant, I'm still looking for a fight
I'll never change the way I am, even though I can

I'm the one you should be thinking of
I'm the only one you're supposed to love
I tell you I love you and you don't understand
I give you everything I got and you don't understand
I carve your name in my chest and you don't understand
I'm gonna have to show you I'm your only man

I'll cut out your pretty eyes so I'm the last man that you see