Punk Rock in the Wrong Hands letra

I am a prisoner in a war full 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 well cell.

Page Ninety Nine - Letras

• Ballad of Circling Vultures
• Comedy of Christ
• Hotel Nevada, 1982
• In Love with an Apparition
• Life in a Box
• My application to Heaven
• Punk Rock in the Wrong Hands
• Ruiner of Life
• Skin Pack
• Sounds of gravesites (upturned)
• The Hollowed out Chest of a Dead Horse
• We Left as Skeletons
• Your Face is a Rape Scene