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