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I wish I was a punk rocker ~ Sandi Thom
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
not everybody drove a car,
when music really mattered
and when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control,
when media couldn't buy your soul,
when computers were still scary
and we didn't know everything.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When poppstars still remained a myth
and ignorance could still be bliss
and when God saved the queen
she turned a whiter shade of pale.
My mum and dad where in their teens
and anarcy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch
was a letter in the mail.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When record shops were still on top
and vinyls was all that they stocked
and the super info highway
was still drifting out in space.
When kids were wearing hand-me-downs
and playing games ment kick-arounds
and footballers still had long hair
and dirt across their face.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
Jag är rädd ibland.
Jag vågar inte lita på folk.
Jag vågar inte låta bli att vara som alla andra.
Jag skulle vilja våga följa mina impulser oftare.
Jag skulle vilja orka engagera mig och hjälpa folk.
Jag hoppas kunna sluta låta allt viktigt drunkna i onödigheter.
Jag hoppas kunna samla mina drömmar och göra de uppoffringar som behövs.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
not everybody drove a car,
when music really mattered
and when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control,
when media couldn't buy your soul,
when computers were still scary
and we didn't know everything.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When poppstars still remained a myth
and ignorance could still be bliss
and when God saved the queen
she turned a whiter shade of pale.
My mum and dad where in their teens
and anarcy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch
was a letter in the mail.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When record shops were still on top
and vinyls was all that they stocked
and the super info highway
was still drifting out in space.
When kids were wearing hand-me-downs
and playing games ment kick-arounds
and footballers still had long hair
and dirt across their face.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
Jag är rädd ibland.
Jag vågar inte lita på folk.
Jag vågar inte låta bli att vara som alla andra.
Jag skulle vilja våga följa mina impulser oftare.
Jag skulle vilja orka engagera mig och hjälpa folk.
Jag hoppas kunna sluta låta allt viktigt drunkna i onödigheter.
Jag hoppas kunna samla mina drömmar och göra de uppoffringar som behövs.
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