Punk Rock Parranda

Um, I thought it was "In this kind of town" rather than "In this gutter town." ?? I've also got one of the "inaudible" lyrics for y'all: "Music is only background for dying" And it's "But maD, they don't get mad!" Also, "The sociological balance is upset" towards the end. My fave part of the song is when he sings about the absurdity of how someone kicked in the head is more likely to sue than to actually get mad. heehee.

Some of the lyrics are wrong:

"We started new... punk rock Parranda. (Ohh punk! Punk!)"

it's Ohh Fuck. Fuck!

"If music doesn't come from windows, You know that something's definitely wrong, (It's fucking wrong!) And all the cars, they pass in silence, [Ukrainian]"

It's clearly not Ukrainian after that line... it goes:

And all the cars (Cops?), they pass by in silence, The rollerbladers who roll straight into morgue.

Not sure what that means...

"But man, they don't get mad!"

I think it's but mad--they don't get mad!

Another bit I noticed

And in this gutter town, Music is only background for dining! And in this gutter town, Oh!

Another wrong line: "And with limited [inaudible]"

should be:

"And with unlimited budget kontrabanda"

If you don't see no punks in downtown, D'you know this town is dying quick? (It's just no good!) I guarantee you in this town: You'll have a trouble finding goddamn prostitute.

In this kind of town, The girls are stingy, and guys are broke. In this kind of town, You will be always dying for a poke.

In this kind of town, The logical balance is upset And in this kind of town, The women they never get wet.

And in this kind of town, Music is only background of dying And in this kind of town, Oh!

So that's when I pull over on a taxi-co., With my new friends from Mexica, And with unlimited budget kontrabanda We started new... punk rock Parranda. (Ohh Punk. Punk!)

If music doesn't come from windows, You know that something's definitely wrong, (It's fucking wrong!) And all the cars, they pass in silence, [Ukrainian]

And if there is no guitar in a house, You know its owner, he cannot be trusted. And if there is no drumset in the office, Don't be surprised when the business get busted.

And if your spouse doesn't play a sitar, Don't expect a whole lot of commitment. And if President doesn't play the sax, He will not get an under-table treatment.

And in this kind of town, Say you kick somebody in the head - They just, they likely sue you, But man, no they don't get mad!

So that's when I pull over on a taxi-co., With my new friends from Mexico, And with unlimited budget kontrabanda, We started new... saba!

[Ukrainian]

And in this kind of town, The logical balance is upset. And in this kind of town, The women they never get wet.

Just a few wrong things:

If you don't see no punks in downtown You know this town is dying quick. I guarantee you in this town You'll have a trouble finding goddamn prostitute

In this kind of town The girls are stingy, and guys are broke In this kind of town You will be always dying for a poke

In this kind of town sociological balance is upset And in this kind of town The women they never get wet

And in this kind of town Music is only background of dying And in this kind of town Oh!

So that's when I pull over on a taxi-co With my new friends from Mexica And with unlimited budget kontrabanda We started new punk rock Parranda (Oh punk. Punk!)

If music doesn't come from windows You know that something's definitely wrong (It's fucking wrong!) And all the cars, they pass by in silence And rollerbladers who roll straight into morgue

And if there is no guitar in a house You know its owner, he cannot be trusted And if there is no drum set in the office Don't be surprised when the business get busted

And if your spouse doesn't play a sitar Don't expect a whole lot of commitment And if President doesn't play the sax He will not get an under-table treatment

And in this kind of town Say you kick somebody in the head They just politely sue you But mad, no they don't get mad!

So that's when I pull over on a taxi-co With my new friends from Mexica And with unlimited budget kontrabanda We started new samba!

[Ukrainian]

And in this kind of town Sociological balance is upset And in this kind of town The women they never get wet