Gangland
Help me, protect me, get me out of this place
No chance, no hope in the rat race
They don't care, they don't see
Where you've been
They don't wanna know
That you can't cope with anything
Oh, yeah, yes
No easy come, easy go
Not too fast, not too slow
Must get up, but you've pulled back down
If you mess around with fire
You're gonna get yourself burnt
Hit it, break it, kick down the door
If you want some of the action
They still laugh, at your part in their play
They hide the truth
Ain't no cure for a messed up youth
Can't stand, can't charge the social gangland
All stick together
You will never break their wall
They don't care, they don't see
Where you've been
They don't wanna know
That you can't cope with anything
Territorio de Pandillas
Ayúdame, protégeme, sácame de este lugar
Sin oportunidad, sin esperanza en la carrera de ratas
A ellos no les importa, no ven
Dónde has estado
No quieren saber
Que no puedes lidiar con nada
Oh, sí, sí
Nada fácil viene, nada fácil se va
Ni muy rápido, ni muy lento
Debes levantarte, pero te vuelven a derribar
Si juegas con fuego
Te vas a quemar
Golpéalo, rómpelo, derriba la puerta
Si quieres algo de acción
Ellos aún se ríen, de tu papel en su obra
Esconden la verdad
No hay cura para una juventud desordenada
No puedes soportar, no puedes desafiar al territorio de pandillas
Todos se mantienen unidos
Nunca podrás romper su muro
A ellos no les importa, no ven
Dónde has estado
No quieren saber
Que no puedes lidiar con nada
Escrita por: Jon Deverill / Robb Weir / John Sykes / Richard "Rocky" Laws / Brian "Big" Dick