Punk Rocker with a Gun - Fornicators

Sun goes up, rats come out

Spreading plauge and mayhem around our town

Hunger roams, Narcotic souls

But we are being fed mostly lies

Smart kid knows, how the story goes

So he takes his pen and paper and let it all flow

How long have you been talking to me?

How many shovels of shit have been thrown at me?

Well this will end right here and right now

Cos im that punk rocker with the gun

Unaplyment numbers

They are rising high

Like a testament on how our politicianse lie

Fuck that cue, Im not standing still

They want to see me lined up and posses my will

Im gonna give it back, Every check!

And when you got the last one Im gonna break your neck

How long have you…

It will never change

We’re in the same lane

But I draw this line and you loose

No more apointments

No more stamps for food

Im doing what I want and what I choose

If I’m without a roof

And hunger comes

I just pick up a gun and started to run *