Roger Miret & The Disasters Breakaway 가사검색 :: 가사집

Breakaway `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Gotta breakaway, gotta breakaway Gotta, gotta, gotta breakaway! You make me sick!

The Boys `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> We're the boys of the bowery, the voice of the pissed-Hey! Rock'n'roll warriors stomping the streets Working class pride and loyalty Injustice!

Give 'em The Boot `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Chaos on the streets What a price to pay for glory Loud, proud, and punk Just another East Side Story 1 to start the fight 3 to do it right Bottle to the head Boot between the eyes The story of my life

Punch The Clock `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Here's the joke the last laugh's on me 9 seconds remaining, tick-tock, tick-tock 987654321... fuck you! Getting tired of punching the clock What's the point for what career?

Shot Stabbed And Fooled `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

You say you want a revolution Lace up your boots, Let's hit the streets You talk the talk--Oi! C'mon and walk the walk!

New York Belongs To Me `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Years of being told you ain't as good as us Join the line and sign your name And they said that our city's going bust But no-one's fooling us again ChorusNew York belongs to me A city's pride the dirty

Run Johnny Run `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> Just the other day I threw the trash through Rony's window Pissed on the wall of the 5th St. precinct Ran around screaming LOUD FAST RULES!

Radio, Radio `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> What's that playing on the radio?

1984 `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore! In the day we sweat it out For the love of the Lower East side With our gangs Street fights! 1984!

Lower East Side `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Fucking weakened to the media's blow Is this the truce we said we'd die for?

Smash It Up `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> Gonna smash bottles all over the street Gonna cause a threat on society! Yeah I can't wait to fuck it up Gonna run wild gonna smash it up!

Loud and Proud `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Breaking glass in the burning nights No, it's not an illusion Figure it out, man! Can you shout! Viva la revolution!

Kill For Cash `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Terrorist kill in the name of God Is this the same God we learn to trust? Who shall we blame for all the hate today? Is it the church or this fuckin' state? Terror warning red! Kill for cash!

Kiss Kiss Kill Kill `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> Summer punks on Avenue B Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me Their gutter smell offends me Who made it cool to live in poverty?

Janie Hawk `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease Janie jumped the R into the city, to meet the gals on Avenue B She walked in

Riot, Riot, Riot `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

C'mon let's go (x3) Just today like any other day Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say? Fuck their peace, fuck what they have to say Who's to accuse for all this fucking mess?

Just Us `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> Spring of '81 - Summer '82 Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you? Fall of '83 - Winter '84 Infiltrated us, tried to take it all Where were you when I had no bed?

Look At Me `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting Seems to me I'm always in the blame Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed I fight the law you turn away, are you listening to

Boys Will Be Boys `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Shove your fuckin dove Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit in your face Boots and braces we're out again Drank a bit much don't give a damn Boys! Boys will be boys They will be boys... Oi! Oi!

New York City `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

remember her dark alleyways Where we learned how to fight And we learned to be brave We played handball all day and kissed girls at night Fought off rival gangs How we were so alive I grew older and watched the

It's Alright `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box of matches Straps the 'ol chain, dirty trousers, ripped t-shirt and leather jacket Billy's on his way, say's he's gonna burn the state Gonna burn 'em down -

Street Rock N Roll `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Prison bound goin' staight to hell Another fight jailed another night Been cheated, been fooled--mama won't you pray for me Fast times, fast girls, fast cars Moving on always on the gateway Lights on?

Hooligans `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

county jail I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way Stitches on my knuckles, blood on my face Pre-chorusTo tell the

I Don't Like You `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

Don't wanna be part of your order Wanna play in my street punk band Playing loud music Pissing off the latest fad I won't pretend to like you 'Cause I ain't no social fool I don't give a damn what you

Screw You `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head Nobody to answer to No rules to compromise Gonna do what I wanna do Nate ...

Gal Friend `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

> You're the greatest gal this boys ever had Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you A fool would I be to lose you A quarter to four and I haven't

Turncoat `Roger Miret & The Disasters`

You fucking twoface...bite the hand that feeds you! You're nothing but a two face! Another leech of society Suck another dick! Kiss another ass!

Breakaway `In Hearts Wake`

in their hands Break, break away Break from the past break from everything you know Take, take away Take from the dead, they are living proof Try to breathe the smoke filled air haunted by the voices

Breakaway `Bruce Springsteen`

Springsteen Sonny abandoned his car last night Had a meeting on the docks with a light blue Monterrey To breakaway.

Breakaway `Celine Dion`

and lay my body down But if I Really want a change Then I must admit That I\'m the one to blame If I could break away Cut the cord For worse or better If I could turn the page At last and say