New Breed - The Pietasters

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We are the new breed
We are the future
We are the new breed
We are the future
We are immune to life itself
Cold rules of reality
We are immune to life itself
Cold rules of reality
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
We have control of destiny
We have control of what's to be
We have control of destiny
We have control of what's to be
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten

New breed
New breed
New breed
New breed
We are immune to life itself
Cold rules of reality
We have control of destiny
We have control of what's to be
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
New breed
New breed
New breed
New breed
New breed
(We are the new breed)
New breed
(We are the future)
New breed
(We are the new breed)
New breed
(We are the future)
New breed
New breed
New breed
New breed

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The Pietasters

In 1990, a bunch of punk, mod, and skinhead-types, among them Stephen Jackson, Chris Watt, Ben Gauslin, and Tom Goodin, were attending college in central Virginia. They soon discovered they shared the same love for punk, ska, soul, and reggae music. They decided to form a punk rock cover band, The Slugs, whose initial forays were disappointing. Soon after, a mutual friend, Tal Bayer moved in. He was very much into ska and reggae and suggested that the band play some of the catchy songs that they loved to drink to.

Read more about The Pietasters on Last.fm.

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