A China man went to the UK
Turned a British punk the next day
Leaving old mama in Wuhan
To wonder what’s become of her son
In his punk world he’ll never last
Feeding on excesses and smoking grass
Where all he wants is a smoke, get high and lotsa fun, fun, fun, fun
He’s a victim, victim, victim of junk culture
Where life is a blur with no clear answers
See what it’s done to him when Corey said ‘Never Surrender’
But has he given his ears?
He had not, a junkie he turned
His precious dreams he’s just burned
See what it’s done to him when Triumph also said ‘Never Surrender’?
Wastrel to the world he died
Life ain’t no bed of roses
Even if it is, roses have thorns
So make it worth, you’ve only one life
You’ve gotta fight just to survive
Never yield to the ill winds of fate
Challenge the devil, set him his date
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2 comments:
Wow! This is really a good piece. Very interesting indeed.
Its me, Nat. Thanks for bringing me here :)
I do agree that life's no bed of roses.. and along the way we will be hit by different problems or things.. we will hv to fight it / face it and move on.. Never yield to the ill winds of fate which I do agree as well... ;)
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