Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards - Streetwise Professor текст песни

Let’s go.
From the raggamuffins of Kingston, Jamaica
Paris, France New York city soul takers
Tokyo clubs thousand dollars whores
Well I am the volsung from sea to shore
All I know, rock n roll
One more show, here I go Yes I can — understand
Well I’m so bad I’m one hell of a man…
Well I don’t need a lecture
I won’t confess so I don’t need a preacher
Hey girl I just wanna undress ya Cause I am…
The streetwise professor!
Well I run with heatheans crooks and cons
Where the blocks are hot I got bullets for some
I play my guitar until my fingers go numb
Draped in bounty hunter well here I come.
Alright this song is for the fucking rancid punx
The D.M.S. crew, the skunx, the U.S. fucking thugs
Black hearts, alleyway crew, O.B.H.C, K.O.B
Most hated, reckless con club, the wolf pack
Soul assassins, zombie wrecking fucking crew
The transplants…
To all the people who’ve given me love and support
And South London, Kingston Jamaica, Atlanta
New York, LA, all of Orange County, Boston
Campbell, East Bay, San Francisco, Arlington Beach
Santa Cruz, Oakland, Saco, Fresno, Tokyo
Chicago, Anisaka, the worldwide personified motherfuckers
To all my real friends. you know who the fuck you are