Punks With Clean Kitchens Songtext
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with held hands and spray cans
flashlights held in our teeth
we built tunnels under their concrete
and we once stole the floor right from under their feet
they never saw it coming
but after our laughter had given us away
remember how we ran all through the day?
and their shouts and batons were no match for our songs
i bet the chief of police drank a stiff one that night
flashlights held in our teeth
we built tunnels under their concrete
and we once stole the floor right from under their feet
they never saw it coming
but after our laughter had given us away
remember how we ran all through the day?
and their shouts and batons were no match for our songs
i bet the chief of police drank a stiff one that night
and someday we should give back all the traffic cones that we stole
and all the wrenches that we borrowed from your school
but tonight we're both alone, so i'll call you on the phone
and we'll drink together from 300 miles away
don't forget to remind me of things that i just shouldn't say...
give us a toast! give us a light!
for every ghost and bump in the night
for every story we should never tell
give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!
the helicopter lights held us in their sights
and the megaphone drone echoed in the night
they lowered their guns we sat down and linked arms
they told us not to move, two hearts beat "fuck you!"
they said you can be killed if you won't be bought
and with one hand in your's and one eye on the door
i said, "captain, take your best shot!"
well in retrospect that was not the best thing that could have said but i've never claimed to be diplomatic
but it was our lucky day, and in the end we got away
and we passed out that night curled up on the floor of your attic
give us a toast! give us a light!
for every ghost and bump in the night
for every story we should never tell
give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!
oh my friend things have been hard
and our old weaknesses are tearing us apart
something's been growing between me and you
it's the difference between the things that we say and the ones that we do
so here's to the days when that wasn't true and here's to the promise those days will come back soon...
here's one for the wobblies and one for the elves
one for our comrades locked up in their cells
one for the kids out there hoppin' and hitchin'
the raider's of dumpsters, the punks with clean kitchens
to the mexican mother with a plan of attack
a baby at her breast and a gun on her back
here's to the day all the flags will be black
and each one comes packaged with it's own match!
here's to the nights when no one sleeps alone
and you can't tell the difference between fire and stone
for each little girl who just won't behave
if you wanna be free then you gotta be brave
if you ain't got no masters you can't be a slave!
we're going somewhere at the edges of love
we're through with the old world, we've had quite enough
you best not be silent if you wanna come
get your fist in the air and start singing along...
now pour me another, let's write the next song!
when we're done think of all the empty bottles that we'll have
i'm sure we'll put them to good use
'cause i hear sirens outside, so let's sing the chorus one last time
and then my friends let's do what we've gotta do
i think that we might have a date with the boys in blue...
give us a toast! give us a light!
for every ghost and bump in the night
for every story we should never tell
give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!
and all the wrenches that we borrowed from your school
but tonight we're both alone, so i'll call you on the phone
and we'll drink together from 300 miles away
don't forget to remind me of things that i just shouldn't say...
give us a toast! give us a light!
for every ghost and bump in the night
for every story we should never tell
give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!
the helicopter lights held us in their sights
and the megaphone drone echoed in the night
they lowered their guns we sat down and linked arms
they told us not to move, two hearts beat "fuck you!"
they said you can be killed if you won't be bought
and with one hand in your's and one eye on the door
i said, "captain, take your best shot!"
well in retrospect that was not the best thing that could have said but i've never claimed to be diplomatic
but it was our lucky day, and in the end we got away
and we passed out that night curled up on the floor of your attic
give us a toast! give us a light!
for every ghost and bump in the night
for every story we should never tell
give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!
oh my friend things have been hard
and our old weaknesses are tearing us apart
something's been growing between me and you
it's the difference between the things that we say and the ones that we do
so here's to the days when that wasn't true and here's to the promise those days will come back soon...
here's one for the wobblies and one for the elves
one for our comrades locked up in their cells
one for the kids out there hoppin' and hitchin'
the raider's of dumpsters, the punks with clean kitchens
to the mexican mother with a plan of attack
a baby at her breast and a gun on her back
here's to the day all the flags will be black
and each one comes packaged with it's own match!
here's to the nights when no one sleeps alone
and you can't tell the difference between fire and stone
for each little girl who just won't behave
if you wanna be free then you gotta be brave
if you ain't got no masters you can't be a slave!
we're going somewhere at the edges of love
we're through with the old world, we've had quite enough
you best not be silent if you wanna come
get your fist in the air and start singing along...
now pour me another, let's write the next song!
when we're done think of all the empty bottles that we'll have
i'm sure we'll put them to good use
'cause i hear sirens outside, so let's sing the chorus one last time
and then my friends let's do what we've gotta do
i think that we might have a date with the boys in blue...
give us a toast! give us a light!
for every ghost and bump in the night
for every story we should never tell
give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!
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