اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
No money to pay
For the lower door-price
But a beer in the hand
And a twelve-pack in their bag
They don't have the slightest idea
Of what it is to set up a gig
They can't even imagine
We share responsibilities
Punx, punx, punx with brains
You wanna leave school
So you think you'll be free
What happens in the end?
You're fodder for their factories
You're victimized, you're innocent,
You lose control over your sense
You waste your life, you're a non-sense
Build up your mind for resistance!
Punx, punx, punx with brains
Yes we matter when nobody cares!
