We are the dying generation.
No more streetfights
Or police stations
Grown up parents
But I miss my past tense
No more jails or trails
Love The Clothes, the styles
Still love the skin, punk scene
Tones of memories if you know what I mean.
Get in back in time
Just for a while
To the truth again
Get back to the 80´s again
We are the dying generation
We have to Keep the tradition.
Being a punk or a skin
In the past still built in
Just for a moment, for a day.
At the concerts, when the punkrockers play
Blown away, Travels back in time
All my idols they dies one after one
Disapear , until there Will be none
So go to all concerts and support
Just rock on mateS
feel the Tones of Punkrock
We are the dying generation.
No more streetfights
Or police stations
Grown up parents
But I miss my past tense
Get back in time
Just for a while
Get back to the crew
Once again punkrock show.
Back in time here we go
