you can do We are the untutored youth don't even try. No use in knowing all the when's and why's. We are the untutored youth youth (youth) youth (youth
I?m sorry for my mistakes i never meant to break the rules i was such a fool i never knew right and wrong that?s why i?m singing this song to you to all
: We are untutored youth and heres the proof. Dont wanna know anything we don't and it's the truth - and they lost out. If you can't hear me just start
We are untutored youth and heres the proof. Dont wanna know anything we don't and it's the truth - and they lost out. If you can't hear me just start
dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
out of matches But broken out of stone ?Taken from the fire of your fiddle Words of unspoken, blinding truth If I couldn't see it, I was lost in my youth
Quickstep (written 4/77) I knew my youth couldn't last forever I knew some chords so I got the band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
language that we all could understand I remember the day that I earned my first pay When I played in a small pick-up band There I spent my youth, and
the punk rock show? [Kids:] Yeah! Let's go to the punk rock show! Lost in a sea of combat boots, flush the bouncers with wasted youth When did punk
up sipping java strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands raised as the band
got my Ziggy ticket Just what the world needs now Another lousy boy band Immitation Velvet Underground No one likes the truth Don't wanna be the voice of youth
every single one without noticing the mold you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll even though i'd never ever been in a band i
wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands
I can dance on my own grave, thank you But I can't die now 'cause I got another show Some people keep sayin', I can't last long But I got my bands,
up for grabs Plastic pouches, grams,tabs. Come up the flat man, skin one up World class, yeah, tome enough. Well boys, story, truth? The bittersweet of misspent youth
language that we all could understand I remember the day when I earned my first pay And I played in a small pick-up band There I spent my youth and to
junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of eighty years ago Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band
its misery I think I'd like to start a group so come along with me And all youth stations accross the nation Please play our records for your congrecation. The band
