No clue

No Clue, No Future
Can’t you see we have no choice,
can’t you hear freedoms voice.
Can’t you tell were gonna be ourselves,
whether we have a choice or not x2
Won’t you see they silence your voice,
so punk rock is our only choice.
Won’t you see it’s about being yourself,
whatever fuc*** choice you’ve got x2

Resting on a bench, slogans stained up on a fence. I sit right
here and wonder why nothing makes sense. A busker on the
street plays alone outside a store, should I save my pennies
and hand them to the poor.

Chorus: No clue and no future – The only future is the one you make.
No warmth and no shelter – At this rate it won’t be that great.
No clue and no future – It’s up to you what you really want to do.
No warmth and no shelter for you. Sitting on a corner of this road without a notion, in a fuc***
up city I stand today, no reconciliation. Hand some sense to
the busker, it won’t cure animosity, but in the end it’s what
matters and it’s best for you and me

Chorus

True no one can tell you who to be - Oh No
So no-one can ever grind you down - No Way
One simple answers all that’s left – This is all it takes
Two simple words will make it clear – F*** YOU

Chorus

There’s a future for you, there’s shelter for you x4
Yeah you can have a clue x4