Letra de No Future
To believe,
in the afterlife,
to believe in different means,
and causes,
waterbeds,
sleeping chemistry,
waking up to smell the bread,
and coffee,
wandering punks come forth,
speaking of parachutes,
falling,
with a twist of tangerine,
seasoning the surroundings,
taking a chance on you,
hear it on the radio,
hear them play their old time rock and roll,
to believe,
that your work is done,
when your craftsmanship becomes,
a pleasure,
fold your hands,
cover up your palms,
kiss the feet of all the half bad stepping,
choruses praising food,
mohawks and stars and stripes,
playing along,
with a twist of tangerine,
seasoning the surroundings,
taking a chance on you,
hear it on the radio,
hear them ramble on about recycling bins and pure organic waste.