RVMBLE - kxttn & the ANTI social club

Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town I never played by the rules, I never really cared My nasty reputation takes me everywhere I look and see it's not only me So many others have stood where I stand We are the young, so raise your hands They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand and we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be Getcha a 3-piece wall street smile and son you'll look just like me I said "hi man, There's something that you oughta Know I'll tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row I look and see it's not only me We're standin' tall, ain't never a doubt We are the young, so shout it out They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Let me hear you wild They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild Yeah yeah yeah We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild

No es un bar, no es un pub, Es el Buenos Aires Anti-Social Club. No es un bar (¡no es un bar!) No es un pool (¡no es un pool!) Es el Buenos Aires Anti-Social Club. Porque acá lo que te mata es la humildad. ¡Lo que mata es la humildad por acá! No es un bar, no es un pub, Es el Buenos Aires Anti-Social Club. No es un bar (¡no es un bar!) No es un pool (¡no es un pool!) Es el Buenos Aires Anti-Social Club. Porque acá lo que te mata es la humildad. ¡Lo que mata es la humildad por acá! El es... el incomprendido, es lo que le ha sucedido Y aunque haya padecido, es lo que ha elegido Riega con sus escritos boliches y garitos Y alguien lo ha convencido que es un poeta maldito De bar en bar, café en café Cree que lo observan Nadie lo ve... Cree que por ser bohemio, le van a dar un premio Pero se ha vuelto abstemio y el mozo frunce el ceño Cansado de ser pobre y de tantos engaños Su madre no le da un cobre a sus 40 años Podría ser vos, podría ser yo Incomprendidos somos todos Podría ser el o aquellos dos Incomprendidos somos todos...

Get up, do what you want Before, before its too late Don't, don't worry yourself Of others I don't think Kick down the door To hell for more Severe injections, a lethal dose Kick down the door To hell with poverty Clench your fist and shout at them all Its just a lost cause Clenched, clenched fisted shout We're souls, souls in ignorance Break, break all the windows Shout deliverance Break all the doors Innocent victim Do what you want Clench your fists