Kiss Kiss Kill Kill — текст песни (Roger Miret And The Disasters)

Summer punks on Avenue B
Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me
Their gutter smell offends me
Who made it cool to live in poverty?

On the beat, cop`ers running the street
Taking New York City away from me
They want to rule my life!
Wanna strip me of my beliefs

Dirty deeds ain`t never been cheap
Paid my dues to this life I choose to live
nothings ever been free
Nothings ever been given to me

Those many nights I`ve felt insane, I don`t need to justify
I can`t no longer feel the pain, can`t tell what`s wrong from right

A fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories
no substitutions, no sorry`s
Kiss me - Kill me.