The Underground America — текст песни (Pantera)

Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what`s stronger than most of the world

Glass breaks/the dimming lights/sweat, heat and profane debate/
the smart ones stay on the outside/while drunken heads and
arms erupt/centered man swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures
odd/a punk rock escapade/five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd

We are the ones who must sport the position
cheap beer/trendy clicks/lesbian love is accepted and right/
shaved heads meet hair in the mix/blending the 80`s and 90`s
with hate

Shows on/dates canceled/kicked out for reasons that seem so
unfair/skin crusts against the cops/a foregone conclusion that`s
tired and beat
Ringworm,crabs and lice/V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse/a
heaven/of unmatched importance/an honor of sex to be stuck by the
punk
Rich homes/with money and food/abandoned for the bums on the
street/a lifestyle that`s unexplainable/don`t try and save what is
all meant to be

If it is free/from (a) family that`s seen/you can just keep it
if you must beg/it`s better instead/you must follow the etiquette
You know when it rains you`re in your bed at home
You act so real when you are alone
You better not let the mohawked crowd see
Give it five years, you`ll retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings