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Description
(In whisper, just drum roll)
Fucking Youth
Sonic Waste

We will crack
We will smash

Fucking youth
Sonic waste

Break it up
Dreaming up
Burning up
Fucking up

S-C-U-M!

(guitars spin it up)
I dreamed I dreamed how relentlessly banal

Johnny is getting

jaded wasted
wasted jaded

jaded wasted
wasted jaded

And now the chords are spinning
into eternal sonic waste
And now the riot is hitting
into its own double knifed guess
And now the sound is jacking in
shootings ringing into our skin

Johnny skating (to the end)
Johnny drifting (to my bed)
Johnny swaying (out of space)

Dreaming, Dreaming do you have a dream?
Gutter dreams, gutter dreaming me

Smashing up into imagination
The riot days of the question
The chaos and stains of generations
The illusion and fading of exaltation

Now starts at the top
Guilty passives lets get lost

Can't forget the burning
Can't forget the smashing
Can't see but a dream in a kick
Drugged blind into colored skirts

Johnny Johnny, gimme a chance
Johnny Johnny your head is so tight
Johnny your pulse is so wild
Common Johnny turn me on and cry

(Like in Gloria)
Johnny is H-I-G-H ! H-I-G-H ! H-I-G-H High! High! High!

(Whisper)
Johnny streaming (into noise)
Johnny coming (into grace)
Johnny bleeding (himself away)

Oh Johnny you'll die for your own mind, but not mine!

Wild card to the smoke
Moshing for the platform dust
Looking for atmosphere of rapture
we society is your own bore

(Whisper)
Flames! Johnny!
Trivial! Johnny!
Beauty! Johnny!
Poser! Johnny!
Johnny? (cry)

And now the sky will rush for a polemic run
the injection will slice the bang of drums
And now the violence will be cranking
For our hatred eyed talking

Oh Johnny someday
We will crack
A spot into trash lust! Coming right though us!

Oh Johnny touch me
We die!
Oh Johnny pull it up
Pull cosmos up my nose

Loose and Die for street lights
Posers die
Johnny breathing (total trash)
Johnny driving (to a place called space)
Johnny kissing (deadly, freedom has no face)

And now, Bowery cruising to your open arms
psychotic dance collapsing to Berlin's wall
And now Brooklyn groans in the subway station
I'd die for a riot hyper-nation
And now we ride on dyscontrol, we are getting lost
city's ghost, city's fuck, memory of drunks

and now?
WHAT?

a little solo here

Now its all behind
put it all in his mind
puking out of dreams I hit the floor
pour me whiskey and I may love
gimme a pedal and a lock

I dreamed I dreamed the end of the world.

Description
(In whisper, just drum roll)
Fucking Youth
Sonic Waste

We will crack
We will smash

Fucking youth
Sonic waste

Break it up
Dreaming up
Burning up
Fucking up

S-C-U-M!

(guitars spin it up)
I dreamed I dreamed how relentlessly banal

Johnny is getting

jaded wasted
wasted jaded

jaded wasted
wasted jaded

And now the chords are spinning
into eternal sonic waste
And now the riot is hitting
into its own double knifed guess
And now the sound is jacking in
shootings ringing into our skin

Johnny skating (to the end)
Johnny drifting (to my bed)
Johnny swaying (out of space)

Dreaming, Dreaming do you have a dream?
Gutter dreams, gutter dreaming me

Smashing up into imagination
The riot days of the question
The chaos and stains of generations
The illusion and fading of exaltation

Now starts at the top
Guilty passives lets get lost

Can't forget the burning
Can't forget the smashing
Can't see but a dream in a kick
Drugged blind into colored skirts

Johnny Johnny, gimme a chance
Johnny Johnny your head is so tight
Johnny your pulse is so wild
Common Johnny turn me on and cry

(Like in Gloria)
Johnny is H-I-G-H ! H-I-G-H ! H-I-G-H High! High! High!

(Whisper)
Johnny streaming (into noise)
Johnny coming (into grace)
Johnny bleeding (himself away)

Oh Johnny you'll die for your own mind, but not mine!

Wild card to the smoke
Moshing for the platform dust
Looking for atmosphere of rapture
we society is your own bore

(Whisper)
Flames! Johnny!
Trivial! Johnny!
Beauty! Johnny!
Poser! Johnny!
Johnny? (cry)

And now the sky will rush for a polemic run
the injection will slice the bang of drums
And now the violence will be cranking
For our hatred eyed talking

Oh Johnny someday
We will crack
A spot into trash lust! Coming right though us!

Oh Johnny touch me
We die!
Oh Johnny pull it up
Pull cosmos up my nose

Loose and Die for street lights
Posers die
Johnny breathing (total trash)
Johnny driving (to a place called space)
Johnny kissing (deadly, freedom has no face)

And now, Bowery cruising to your open arms
psychotic dance collapsing to Berlin's wall
And now Brooklyn groans in the subway station
I'd die for a riot hyper-nation
And now we ride on dyscontrol, we are getting lost
city's ghost, city's fuck, memory of drunks

and now?
WHAT?

a little solo here

Now its all behind
put it all in his mind
puking out of dreams I hit the floor
pour me whiskey and I may love
gimme a pedal and a lock

I dreamed I dreamed the end of the world.