Now Ricky's the No.1
punk in the scene.
No one could top
his knowledge and beliefs.
He'd talk shit about the bands
he disliked, felt good to
hang out in the underground.
This took place down
in the basement.
“I hate ‘em,
I'm not the same at all..."
Then one day Ricky said,
“Ricky, is this any fun?"
Now Ricky was fed up and
bored with himself, notied that
he ended up all alone.
The values of Punk Pock
still mattered the same,
but thought there should be
something that canted more.
And then one day
the Earth started shaking,
not knowing if
tomorrow will come.
Then he said to himself, "Ricky,
what will you do now...??"
- Ricky, go on forward. -
- Ricky, go on forward. -
With water and food and
tanks of gasoline, he headed off
to where the damage was worst.
It didn't take much time
for him to awake.
This wasn't the time for
reasons and talk.
Driving along
the shattered roads,
one word "UNITE" rang a bell
in his head.
Then he said to himself,
"Ricky, ya hated this most..."
- Ricky, go on forward.
Ricky, just go -
Seeing the sights as he gose,
his country
all crushed into stones.
Other cars rushing to aid,
tears won't stop falling...
Tears won't stop falling.
Tears won't stop falling.
Tears won't stop falling. …
