Reduced to nothing by society
look upon us thing by population
Clowns of orders throw us in jail
our brothers natives of the streets are killed
see what they left us to live.
Called animals by the press
rather be an animal then a fuckin bastard
we don't want nothing of your stupid world
(chorus )
We will stay in the street
we dominate the street
a new order will be born
Order of nails on leathers...Spikes on flesh...
our futur is yours
witch is to fight to regain our rights
if we must die to get it them
better than to live without an ideal
so come
Yes brother we must regain what is owrs
we are children of the streets of alspalt and tar
we will rules these fucking streets
witch farces us to live like rats in hell
(chorus )
We will stay in the street
we dominate the street
a new order will be born
order of nails on leathers...spikes on flesh