- Votes:
- Composers:
- Mick Jones
- John Mellor
- Genres:
- 80s
- Punk
- Rock
- Tags:
- aggressive
- punk rock
- See also:
The Clash - All the Young Punks lyrics
Hanging about down the Market Street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yobbos
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing, you know
And they knew how to pose
And one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
All the young punks:
Laugh your life, 'cause there ain't much to cry for!
All you young cunts:
Live it now, 'cause there ain't much to die for!
All the young punks
Laugh your life, 'cause there ain't much to cry for!
All you young cunts
Live it now, 'cause there ain't much to die for!
Everybody wants to bum a ride
On the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out and got our name
In small print on the poster
Of course we got a manager
And though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on ya
All the young punks:
Laugh your life, 'cause there ain't much to cry for!
All you young cunts:
Live it now, 'cause there ain't much to die for!
All you young punks
Laugh your life, 'cause there ain't much to cry for!
All you young cunts
Live it now, 'cause there ain't much to die for!The Clash - All the Young Punks - http://motolyrics.com/the-clash/all-the-young-punks-lyrics.html
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug yourself to the sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future
Shining like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth!
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot
All the young punks:
Laugh your life, 'cause there ain't much to cry for!
All you young cunts:
Live it now, 'cause there ain't much to die for!
Feeling bad for 3 to 4 days
Feeling sad for 3 to 4 more
Feeling hazy for 45 minutes
Feeling crazy for 45 more
We been dancing all night long
Waiting in the corner 'cause something's wrong
Don't wanna get up and see that dawn
Like the day before
A spirit, a pound, a half a pint of Brown
This is the way we spell Camden Town
I shouldn't speed, it's not my need
Feeling hazy for 45 minutes
Feeling crazy for 45 more
We been dancing all night long
Waiting in the corner 'cause something's wrong
Don't wanna get up and see that dawn
Like the day before