Letras:
Adolescents Younger Generation

1, 2, Do the Freddy! Do the Freddy! Do the Freddy! Do the Freddy! Do the Freddy! Hunch your shoulders, bulge your eyes, Jump around and don't ask why

There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, It's been the ruin of many a poor girl, And me, oh god I'm one. My mother was a tailor

Can't handle this life anymore Point in the mirror and I ask what for Just a miserable monster or part Dangling at ropes' end good start Crumbling down

of the peasant song. [Chorus] We scream for revolution but noting will change - We're left unfulfilled wasitng for the reign - In the field we've plowed for generations

Riding in the street - these streets are mine! Fooled by corruption for the last time. Riding in the street - these streets are mine! Never again led

Blood so deep the horse must hold his head up high In the valley of decision where a third of the world will die Beat your hoes and plows into axes and

Things start moving that never did before The blue and purple dragons have me rolling on the floor I look the other way and I see a cat-fight But I don