ideen til denne sang, kom da jeg sad og skrev en historie om et band ved navn The Deads Gate. Jeg skulle bare lige bruge noget.

Punks not dead in this place

YAY!
Punks not dead in this place!

You, telling me what I’m supposed to do
But I would never listen to you
You’r killing me, tearing me apart
Just leave, leave me now
I’ll make it on my own this time

Yearh, my life isn’t yours
You would never understand the punk
And I’ll tell you now, yearh
Punks not dead in this place
Yearh.

I’m living in a world of hate
But I’ll make it on my own
I won’t give up because of you
Just leave, yes leave me now
I’ll make it.


Yearh, my life isn’t yours
You’ll never understand the punk
And I’ll tell you now, yearh
Punks not dead in this place
Yearh.

Look at you, what are you?
Tell me not to kill you
I have the power and
You can’t make me
I’ll take it from here.

Yearh!!!

Punks not dead in this place baby
You’ll never understand
And my life will never be yours
I’m best on my own

Cause Punks not dead in this place.

det her var en sang jeg bare sådan lige fandt på da jeg skulle bruge en. men synes da den er værd at bruge. så den kommer med i samlingen.

Sweet Sensation.

Oh, year.

No one knows
How your life is build
You just have to be here
Take one step at time.

Keep your dreams
Try to live your life
One day at time
One dream to reach.

I’ll tell you
There’s this sensation
Filling everybody up
In me it’s tearing me apart.
When will I?
Will I reach the sweet sensation.


I ask myself this question everyday
Are looking for someone to tell.
To tell me that my dreams are right
Looking for sweet sensation.

I’ll tell you
There’s this sensation filling everybody up
In me it’s tearing me apart
But now I know
I’ll find sweet sensation.

Yearh, oooooh.
You came to me
Learned me so much
I thought I never reach
Never reached my goal.

You learned me so much
And I now knew
I’ll find sweet sensation

I’ll tell you
There’s this sensation
Filling everybody up
In me it was tearing me apart
You made me find
Sweet sensation.