Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Bad Religion. The New America. A Streetkid Named Desire.

Well, it was punk fifteen in the mornin'
And it was time to stand my ground
And as the gawks and stares bombarded me
You know, I didn't even hear a sound

No one gave a damn if I was there or away
If I died and went to hell they'd throw a party
On my grave and they'd all say
"This kid is just a fool, he'll never be cool"

They might as well just ship him off
To some other school, plain destitute
Just a little too guilty
Just a little too soon

But that day was just like any other day
No work and no pay
I knew that paradise was some other place
And I'd get there another day
I will find it before I expire
'Cause I've got the desire

Well, it was punk fifteen in the evenin'
And it was time to set the town on fire
I saw my boots and my hair as reflected in the mirror
Reveal a street kid named, Desire

I didn't give a damn because I was just dyin' to be
And as the Hollywood street scene left it's mark on me
I changed from a boy into a man
I said, "Never again"

I stuck out my chin when I should have ran
Shit in the fan
I was driven so hard
By the sound of my heart

But that day was just like any other day
No work and no pay
I knew that paradise was some other place
And I'd get there another day
I will find it before I expire
'Cause I've got the desire

When the walls surround in deeper shades of blue
And there's no voice of reason inside you
And you search for meaning on an empty shelf
Then you're always dreamin' of somewhere else

Today is just like any other day
No fear, no restraint
I know that paradise is some other place
And I will get there another day

You can come with me no conditions or fares
Somehow, somewhere
I will find it before I expire
'Cause I've got the desire
Let's go