| Song | 1944 |
| Artist | Down by Law |
| Album | punkrockacademyfightsong |
| 作词 : Smalley | |
| Somewhere a pen is busy with hate tonight | |
| Jaded eyes and cynics bring me down | |
| Somewhere a kid is playing his heart out tonight | |
| But he'll get nowhere with the Berkeley in-crowd | |
| Well put-downs are so easy | |
| Like a novel without a soul | |
| And every executioner wears a hood | |
| When it's time for heads to roll | |
| Well they're just like new dictators | |
| Trying to tell us what to love | |
| Well their opinion they can take and shove | |
| Somewhere young rebels will meet up tonight | |
| Somewhere skateboarders and straightedgers will unite | |
| They don't need no magazine that's filled with hate and lies | |
| Get enough from the world around them | |
| They're young but they are wise | |
| But negativity's easy | |
| You just fire and walk away | |
| And it's the armchair general | |
| Who lives to fight another day | |
| Well their opinion they can take and shove | |
| If this was 1944, they'd be pointing their guns at you | |
| Cause every fascist, left or right, has a f**ked-up set of rules | |
| But do they really think the kids are such fools? | |
| Or do they even care? |
| zuò cí : Smalley | |
| Somewhere a pen is busy with hate tonight | |
| Jaded eyes and cynics bring me down | |
| Somewhere a kid is playing his heart out tonight | |
| But he' ll get nowhere with the Berkeley incrowd | |
| Well putdowns are so easy | |
| Like a novel without a soul | |
| And every executioner wears a hood | |
| When it' s time for heads to roll | |
| Well they' re just like new dictators | |
| Trying to tell us what to love | |
| Well their opinion they can take and shove | |
| Somewhere young rebels will meet up tonight | |
| Somewhere skateboarders and straightedgers will unite | |
| They don' t need no magazine that' s filled with hate and lies | |
| Get enough from the world around them | |
| They' re young but they are wise | |
| But negativity' s easy | |
| You just fire and walk away | |
| And it' s the armchair general | |
| Who lives to fight another day | |
| Well their opinion they can take and shove | |
| If this was 1944, they' d be pointing their guns at you | |
| Cause every fascist, left or right, has a f kedup set of rules | |
| But do they really think the kids are such fools? | |
| Or do they even care? |