Texty:
Vandals Fear Of A Punk Planet

they stand right in your way so take your brain out have it washed, that's a fact of life but i don't mean like blair and tootie they'd both make a damn

sally left me, i was gettin' kinda cold i left sally, she was gettin' kinda old oooh, oooh, what's a guy to say? tawana don't like the tapes a bought

no respect for a land-holding man only scum who pay when they can free-loaders that hate what i am then beg me to fix their can ugly harleys on the

it's the gay nineties and you can't watch nothin' good mindless pinko garbage is all they make in hollywood kung fu theatre, now there's a show with

fire She's fantastic made of plastic Microchips here and there She's a small wonder Love and laughter everywhere But once again when the sun is going down She becomes a menace, a

the room they say the road was icy but that just don't add up a bushy-haired intruder another government cover up! a drug-related overdose a hunting

summer lovin' had me a blast summer lovin' happened so fast met some girl, crazy for me met a guy, cute as can be summer days drifted away to oh, the