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Sounds from the Streets
by The Casualties
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Sound from the streets, sound from the slums
We are from a broken home
Noise from the streets, noise from the slums
We ain't got no nice clothes
Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums
The way I talk ain't polite
Voice from the streets, voice from the slums
I'm spreading rebellious songs
Guitars full of hate, making noise
Boots full of dirt, working hard
Beers to forget, the hard times
Noise from the street, let me out
Sound from the streets, sound from the slums
Unemployment hits my town
Noise from the streets, noise from the slums
See the homeless all around
Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums
Need to get out to stay alive
Voice from the streets, voice from the slums
I'm spreading rebellious songs
Guitars full of hate, making noise
Boots full of dirt, working hard
Beers to forget, the hard times
Noise from the street, let me out
This is the voice of our streets
The ones you don't see on TV
This is the noise of the real working class
The ones you don't read about in your magazines
Sound from the streets, sound from the slums
Robbing and stabbing in my town
Noise from the streets, noise from the slums
Crime and poverty all around
Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums
This punk music keeps me alive
Voice from the streets, voice from the slums
I'm spreading rebellious songs
Guitars full of hate, making noise
Boots full of dirt, working hard
Beers to forget, the hard times
Noise from the street, let me out, let me out
Sound from the streets, sound from the slums
We are from a broken home
Noise from the streets, noise from the slums
We ain't got no nice clothes
Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums
The way I talk ain't polite
Voice from the streets, voice from the slums
I'm spreading rebellious songs
Guitars full of hate, making noise
Boots full of dirt, working hard
Beers to forget, the hard times
Noise from the street, let me out
Sound from the streets, sound from the slums
Unemployment hits my town
Noise from the streets, noise from the slums
See the homeless all around
Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums
Need to get out to stay alive
Voice from the streets, voice from the slums
I'm spreading rebellious songs
Guitars full of hate, making noise
Boots full of dirt, working hard
Beers to forget, the hard times
Noise from the street, let me out
This is the voice of our streets
The ones you don't see on TV
This is the noise of the real working class
The ones you don't read about in your magazines
Sound from the streets, sound from the slums
Robbing and stabbing in my town
Noise from the streets, noise from the slums
Crime and poverty all around
Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums
This punk music keeps me alive
Voice from the streets, voice from the slums
I'm spreading rebellious songs
Guitars full of hate, making noise
Boots full of dirt, working hard
Beers to forget, the hard times
Noise from the street, let me out, let me out
