Days of Rage Songtext
von Rod Stewart

Born up in the city streets
How did she get tired of me?
How come you dare to dare to be different?
You′re in my head and I don't look back
Read the words of Kerorac
My brother said "Join the bloody army", yeah

Going down the cemetery
Here am I for the C N D
My feet were bruised, my hands were bleedin′
Playin' guitar in the streets alone
Police there wouldn't leave me alone
Dad said "Give over being a vagrant", yeah!

Was this a rebel without reason?
I′m not a tailor without clothes
Or was this youthful desolation?
So much to learn, nowhere to turn


Days of rage
Years of promise
Would it be like mine?
Would it be like yours?
Days of rage
Years of promise
Don′t let it slip by
Without wondering why
Ow!

Strut back aside, came out
The old man said I was a lazy sod
Runnin' ′round with thieves and
Runners from the West End
Take pills, stay up all night
Talk about football, start a fight
The beer was warm, the women freezing

It was a time in decisions
No point to ask, no mercy given
I searched for truth in words of wisdom
Turn back the clock, I'd rather not

Days of rage
Years of promise
Would it be like mine?
Would it be like yours?
Days of rage
Years of promise
It′ll pass you by
With a wink of an eye


The immigrants love our nation
We wrote on every wall and station
No home, no job, no expectations
Nothing's changed, so who′s to blame?

Days of rage
Years of promise
Don't be like mine
Let it be like yours
Days of rage
Years of promise
It'll pass you by

With a wink of an eye
Days of rage
Years of promise
Don′t be like mine
Let it be like yours
Days of rage

Years of promise
Don′t let it slip by
Without wondering why
Days of rage
Years of promise

Will it be like mine
Will it be like yours
Days of rage
Years of promise
Don't let it slip by
Without wondering why

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Fuckin′ yeah