Songtext von Hip Hop Kids

I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter Brought her coat from paris; that one I bought her And we brought some bread to feed the swans But they were already gone, they were already gone Yeah yeah the punks are tough Fuck those rock and rollers All you hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well We don't, we don't, we don't We don't, we don't, we don't I'm your mother's son, that fucking holy roller And I just stand still Watch the world grow colder And I can't change, I can't change Yeah yeah the punks are tough Fuck those rock and rollers All you hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well We don't, we don't, we don't We don't, we don't, we don't And I got work to do when I'll play with your head in your hands I'll just lay with my head in my hands I'm not afraid to die Don't care if I get older Cry, cry, no I don't cry I just take it over I just take it over You love those rock and rollers You love those rock and rollers