Letra de 'Punk Buck Bonafide' de Peter Doherty And The Puta Madres

Another uptight skinny white figure
Silhouetted there with your finger on the trigger
Your mind got mangled, your soul got strangled
In a modern American way

Want to burn down your slum
Kill your mum
Blow the whole school
Blow the whole town
To kingdom come
Yeah your mind gets mangled
Your soul gets strangled
In a modern American way

You're livin out a freak mythology
Social dichotomy
Powerless, no property
No marvin gaye anthology
To soothe your soul on any
God given day

You know an ex cheerleader
She's wheelchair bound
The far side of the trailer park she found
Her wheel needs greasing
Your puzzle needs piecing
It's a real lowdown scene
You gotta crawl in, you know what I mean

But what about the good old boys
Spitting feathers and sloshing rye?
Cagney slapping
Sour mashing
Rat packin'
And tower crashing
Rootin' tootin'
Highfalutin
Straight-shooting
Silicon valley
Mustang sally
Box car rally
High plains drifters
Ride the shark to the centre of the dream
Where the eagle pecks you dry
And the waitress licks you clean
Singing this will be the day
The day I come alive

Easy, low rider
Punk buck bonafide
Old New York
New Amsterdam
And the delta riser

You gotta ride the red shark all the way
To the centre of the dream
Eagles pecks you dry and the waitress licks you clean
She's singing this will be the day
Boys, the day I come alive

Singing easy, low rider
Punk buck bonafide
Old New York
New Amsterdam
And the delta riser