Punx from Pilsen, sounds like when the pigs are fucking...

THE CARDIACS are: Joey - Guitar, Vox; Čermi - Bass, Vox; Massiw - Drums

Booking: 736642568, 604918742

E-mail: thecardiacs@seznam.cz

Zpráva především pro pořadatele koncertů. Pokud nás chcete vidět na Vaší akci, napište nám mail na adresu thecardiacs@seznam.cz, nebo zavolejte na jedno z výše uvedených telefonních čísel. Hrajeme za cesťák, takže rádi přijedeme kamkoliv, kde nás budete chtít. Pro kapely: děláme výměnné koncerty, takže pokud nás někam pozvete, uděláme na oplátku akci u nás v Plzni.

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Message for organizers of gigs. If you want to see us on your concert, write us mail to: thecardiacs@seznam.cz, or call on one of our telephone number. We will play only for a travelling expenses.

TEXTY:

Fuck

I´m not a nice boy
I´m breaking the law
So get out baby you makes me slow

My friends are gangsters
My friends are thugs
Some beat the bastards some selling drugs

I did a many things, but never looking back
I´m hunted by the cops, they will never take a break
I´m like a loaded gun, I feel like a god
I want to see you bleed, I wanna see your blood!

I hate this people
Who always say that I´m wrong
When I wanna drink all night long

I´m the gangster
I hate your gods
I beat the bastards and I like drugs

I did a many things, but never looking back
I´m hunted by the cops, they will never take a break
I´m like a loaded gun, I feel like a god
I want to see you bleed, I wanna see your blood!

I hate all people
because I´m really wrong
This is the end of this fuckin´ song....

Life taste like a shit

There are many moments when life taste like a shit
Put there some more sugar and play there some more hit
When you thik I´m idiot please tell me just the truth
That´s why I love you, I respect you, why you are in my crew!

Violence and Crime

People are strange, I am not stranger, but sometime I think, that this is the danger
Maybe this is only one reason, why people are fighitn´ in every seasson
Maybe this is reality, selfish, hate and brutality

Violence and crime - this is strange time
            - my life is pain
     - justice is blind
     - FUCK YOU!

Some people think, that I am realy mad, when I am scraming PUNX NOT DEAD!
Dirty and thirsty blood on my pants, sometime I looks so when I drink with my friends
Together we stand, together we fall, now I know that my head can brake easy the wall!

Drugs kill your mind

One more trip down, to the lost and found
to find your punkrock heart, sit down and look inside
One more trip down, it´s the second round
bottle of whiskey in your hand, alcohol will drain your brain

One more line down, cocaine in your town
spent all your leassure time, drugs are good but kill your mind
One more step down, to the underground
stardust in your nose, let´s go make some noise

There´s no reason why, we are born to die
now you can only cry, self-destruction cannot hide
One more trip down, it´s the final round
dirty needle in your vein, heroin destroy your brain

I Always Try

I always try to be the best
but someone is standing on my chest
in this fight there is no rules
all your life you can here loose

I always try to stay in back
but someone hold knife on my neck
they knock me down on my knees
now I´m screamin´ "KILL ME, PLEASE!"

I always try to be the one
Who will get up from the line
I don´t want to be the slave
now I´m digging my own grave

I always try to take a rest
Maybe this is only test
I don´t care if you disagree
cause I know what people think about me...