Throw some acid in their faces and feel
And empty of vengeance and the beg of weak
spend all your time talking about Chris(t)
All you wanna is to get drunk
The real punk junk’n’roll
this feeling will never go
The night just begun and you kissed the girl
Sleeping in your car or drinking on the floor
The sound set; some insane song
Get some drug and you can afford
The real punk junk’n’roll
this feeling will never go
(Solo)
You cannot breath you got to sleep alone
You can’t close your eyes you got to sleep alone
Your fucking brain is dead you got to sleep alone
Sleep alone, sleep alone...
The real punk junk’n’roll
This feeling will never go
The fear of die young
The real… Punk… Junk’n’roll
