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Misled Youth

Teddy Ramone here. No I do not have any connection with The Ramones, I'm my own Ramone. Heh =D. I would like to thank you for visiting my band's  webpage. I'm the Leading Rhythms for Misled Youth, with Sky as The Low End Theorist, and Ian The Beat Master. We're a street punk band, and 1stly, would like to apologise for such a pathetic webpage. I'll get a webmaster to do a proper website. Girls, feel free to flirt, but I must warn you, we do have our own partners.

Teddy: punxnotdead_oi_oi@hotmail.com  - MSN
             http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=4373428 - Friendster

Sky: baby_sky04@hotmail.com  - MSN
        http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=12842607 - Friendster

Ian: Sorry ladies, he ain't into these kinda stuff.

About Misled Youth, we came about in 2004, with Teddy, Sky, Imp on vocals and Indra on drums as the original lineup. Well, through some internal problems, now Teddy has taken over vocals and Ian as their new drummer. Our influences include veteran New York street punk band The Casualties, Defiance, like clockwork The Adicts and Lower Class Brats, Oxymoron, Blitz and Oi bands such as A.C.A.B., Cock Sparrer and The Bois. (Local band!!) We play all kinds of Oi! music, but we're mostly into pure street punk music. Below are lyrics of 4 of our original compositions, which I am proud to say, are ready for recording.

 Defiance! Woooo! Teddy and Sky

And here they are, veteran New York street punx, The Casualties!

      Handsome aye?     

"Boys In Blue"

We be what we wanna be
We want what we fucking want
You'll never know what we've been through
Authority is dead you fucking cunt

We'll be what we wanna be
We'll do what we wanna do
I never wanna fucking see
All the fucking boys in blue
We got pride and dignity
Yes I believe, oh so true
I never wanna fucking see
All the fucking boys in blue

We got steel toe boots on
We're ready to make a move on
To rebel against authority
Just wait and you'll fucking see

We'll be what we wanna be
We'll do what we wanna do
I never wanna fucking see
All the fucking boys in blue
We got pride and dignity
Yes I believe, oh so true
I never wanna fucking see
All the fucking boys in blue

"From Chaos Comes Order"

We're suffering in this ugly bay
We need a face, we need a fucking say
Promising us false hopes and fucking lies
This is reality, not some fucking joy ride

We need a future, we need some hope
But all they care about, is just the dope
We are rebels, with a certain cause
We don't need your orders, we don't need a boss

We're the punx we don't need a boss - Oi!
We're the punx that don't even bother!
We're the punx we bring chaos - Oi!
We're the punx we bring order!

People work and toil, they piss their lives away
They need a face, they need a fucking say
The pay they receive, just ain't fucking right
When they work, from morning 'til the night

We're the punx we don't need a boss - Oi!
We're the punx that don't even bother!
We're the punx we bring chaos - Oi!
We're the punx we bring order!

From Chaos, Comes Order!

 "Does This System Work?"

This system is built on apathy and persecution
Not forgetting starvation and overall corruption
Hunger and fatigue are all that I understand
Anti-Establishment Youth here to make a stand

Permanent purgatory is what we're living
We're all the same, there's no use hating
Politicians propaganding with lies they're creating
A quiescent system needs some changing

The system promises us good health and easy donkey work
But all I see are false hopes and major hard work
"Does this system really work?" I really wanna know
'Cause if it doesnt then it's time to get it blown

Permanent purgatory is what we're living
We're all the same, there's no use hating
Politicians propaganding with lies they're creating
A quiescent system needs some changing

Does this system
Does this system
Does this System
Realy fucking work?!

"Street Living"

Out of school I ain't got no job
My parents think I'm a fucking slob
I worked hard, I did my best
To be myself unlike the rest

Can't you see, it's hard to live?
You're making my mind, very stiff
Can't you see, we're human beings?
Striving in this Street Living

My girlfriend thinks I'm some fucking shit
Left me for a fucking twit
All i wanna say, "You're a fucking bitch!
You're better off dead in a fucking ditch!"

Can't you see, it's hard to preach?
When others turn, the other cheek
We do our best, in preventing
From dying in, this Street Living