Four young fuckers on an afternoon drive
Through the land of gods and killing time
Tried to relate to a nuclear age
But we lost our souls in a pinball game
This is it like the way we planned
Not a church of saints but a church of man
We're the priests of the dancing
Question Authority lyrics


question authority have they the right to say how it should be? should one man be able to write it all down? when half the time he can't tell r
 beasts
So shake your ass and move your feet
Four young fuckers takin over the top
No matter what you want it's what you got
Wouldn't say no to a pot of gold
But we'd rather have a go at this funky show
We are the truth like it's never been seen
The truth is hard and the truth is mean
The truth is
Foreplay lyrics


You are now about to witness the power of hardcore

Welcome to the pit motherfucker

Yeah bitches
Guess who's back? 
an ache in the seat of your pants
But it's got a good beat and it's easy to dance
Mean ass funk show
Everything out of control
Mean ass funk show
Ain't no rock n roll
Mean ass funk show
Sleazy little underground
Mean ass funk show
Big mean ass funk show burnin that mother down
These four young fuc
'87 lyrics

Do you remember when the days gone by or is there no point for us to even try Back when we didn't have a care in the world, Getting drunk and chasin
kers turnin over the mob
Get out of our way cos this is our job
This world our world has gone insane
We touch the heart and eat the pain
We don't give a shit about what they say
We mark our path pave our own way
Our music's a notch in the scars of time
So march to the beat of our own decline