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