Fis

Your mom calls you radical ‘cause all your live ‘s just for fight
but what she doesn’t understand is you stay on the punkrock side
One time she asked you „are you punk“ ..you answered „Yes I’m“
then you’he seen her confused mind ‘cause she didn’t understand

Your family sit and watch TV and in the same moment you throw the stone
Shop window is falling down and McClown is dead and gone
Pig dressed in blue wants to brake you down but your fist makes you free
you’ll never stop until they cut the trees ‘cause you disagree

I’d like to say somethig better I’m sure that you’re a little bit bared
I’d like to say somethig better but does your family know?