Youngsters

Youngsters

We were building this tower, Which been desrtoyed by ourselves,
We were choking, and freezind, in a dust and snowflakes
We believe just and only in a bright, happy days
Had problems with goverment, and [bad word] cops face.
Arranged rebel actions, boycotted elections,
Rided a skateboard and trains to Saint - P.
Bottle of beer, or cola, whatever,
Gas gun in pocket, canny youth - that were we!
As many faces have changed their places, as many times i was ugly betrayed
But I'm very glad than you're still with me, cause now i can't leave without beenig a friend.