Town after town, night after night
we tried hard
and in splite of our feet
burning we went straight on
When we started we wanted everything
and now we don't change our mind
we won't be the court minstrels
tell you friends
THE GANG is NOT FOR SALE
Record managers
stooped to the jungle-rock
and promised us a golden cage
but your face in the front page is not enough
(to prive you do exit)
Tthey wanted to gag us with the contact
but isn't it the end for every rebel band?
in this game the stake is not "glory and money"
tell your friends
THE GANG is NOT FOR SALE
When they told us
this is the price you must pay
Johnny said
don't try block our road
Young bands look for the inspiration
among old records and new fashion
and there's always a row at every station
to get on the train of fame
THE GANG is NOT FOR SALE