Ruts
Staring at the Rude Boys
It's a very small world in the middle of a crowdThe room gets dark when the music gets loudTreble cuts through' when the rhythm takes the biteBut there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tightA voice shouts loud"We'll never surrender"A voice in the crowd"Never surrender"A hand in the crowds flying propaganda,"Never surrender, we'll never surrender"The skins in the corner are staring at the barThe rude boys are dancing to some heavy heavy skaIt's getting so hot people are dripping with sweatThe punks in the corner are speeding like a jet Staring at the rude boysStaring at the rude boysDancing with the rude boysDancing with the rude boysStaring at the rude boysStaring at the rude boysA bunch of peers march in on the DM'sLetras de cancionesWith some standing there saluting the airThey want to be pirates but the sea is not calmTattooed crossbows on their armA voice shouts loud"We'll never surrender"A voice in the crowd"Never surrender"Another hand fly, fly propaganda, Propaganda, propagandaThe lights come alive in a blinding flashDance floor clears as the mutants clashEveryone leaves when the heavy's arriveSomeone hits the floor, someone takes a diveStaring at the rude boysStaring at the rude boysDancing with the rude boysDancing with the rude boysStaring at the rude boysStaring at the rude boysStaring at the rude boysStaring at the rude boysDancing with the rude boysDancing with the rude boysStaring at the rude boysStaring at the rude boys[Repeat: x8]We'll never surrender
From Letras Mania