Punk rock in the wrong hands letra

I am a prisoner in a war of idiots,
The stomping feet of waltzing
Hypocrites pave the way of
A brave tomorrow, choke the
Throat of passion and sorrow
Kill my drifting breeze of
Thought, i have been captured, i
Have been caught, i am a prisoner
In a war of scowls, coughing
Youth from it's bowels, i am
Doing fine, i am feeling
Well, deep inside my dark wall cell.

Page 99 - Letras

• Ballad of circling vultures
• In love with an apparaition
• Life in a box
• Punk rock in the wrong hands
• The hollowed out chest of a dead horse
• The Lonely waltz of leonard cohen
• We left as skeletons
• Your face is a rape scene