3 acessos
Hey don't look down it's not what it's cracked up to be
No keep it together tight-rope walking in all kinds of weather
New punks don't live in seventy-seven
Not watching shadows on the wall
About time for another invention
No way the past has said it all
Nothing nothing to hide we slave over our art and then we die
Standing in the street thinking up lines like cut through prison walls with plastic knives
New punks don't live in seventy-seven
Not watching shadows on the wall
About time for another invention
No way the past has said it all