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No stops till the ceilings on the ground and walls are all knocked down adolescent drinking the golden years of youth consequences didn't matter with quarts of coors though kegs were better all the time not worrying what we're in to no time for cops or sorrys whats left for the kids? whats left to do? drinking booze and doing drugs is what a kid finds fun in the streets cause they're not allowed at home flipping birds and practicing insolence and smuggle mexicans just to charge them firecrackers and chiclets set ablaze a bonfire on the lawn and a couch to do it on whatever happens we don't need no recipe for having fun wait let me get this straight creative nonsense lends a hand Aus Songtexte Mania