Punk Sin Cresta
Carajo
Punk Without a Crest
Time has passed, can you see!
What used to be is not anymore.
The neighborhood changed and so did you,
The chaos moved out, and the cops are gone!
Days of glory in our memories,
All that excitement left a graffiti on the wall!
It was the street that taught you,
It's the mark that left its scar on our backs.
Time has passed, you know it,
The shadow of yesterday never left,
The first show, our first time,
That first tattoo etched on our skin.
Days of glory in our memories,
All that excitement left a graffiti on the wall!
It was the street that taught you,
It's the mark that left its scar on our backs,
Left us, left its scar on our backs.
An old story without an end,
The real deal waits for the one to come,
Wild youth breaking out of its shell,
Skate, spikes, boots, and rock & roll.
