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
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