Top Songs By The Lost Fingers
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lost Fingers
Performer
Rosalie Roberge
Lead Vocals
Byron Mikaloff
Acoustic Guitar
Alex Morissette
Double Bass
John Jorgeson
Synthesiser
LARAKI COTE KATTAM
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dexter Holland
Songwriter
Lyrics
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strapping on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake out their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guys colors and the others don't mix
They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up
Hey, man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated)
Hey, man you disrespecting me?
Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated)
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play
By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never-ending spree of death and violence and hate
It's gonna tie your own rope, tie your own rope, tie your rope
Hey, man you disrespecting me?
Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated)
Hey, man you talking back to me?
Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated)
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never-ending spree of death and violence and hate
It's gonna tie your own rope, tie your own rope, tie your own
Hey, man you talking back to me?
Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated)
Hey, man you disrespecting me?
Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated)
Hey, don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play
Writer(s): Bryan Keith Holland
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