Don't know how to bring it up,

to throw bricks looks fun.

Now we have to move along,

a staircase we go up again,

with steps made of gum.

Don't know how to bring it up,

to throw bricks looks fun.

Now we have to move along,

a staircase we go up again,

with steps made of gum.

At the end our mad looks seem to stun.

What the hell is wrong?

Where do I belong?

Don't know where I'm from.

Don't know what I've never had become.

Don't know how to bring it up,

to throw bricks looks fun.

Now we have to move along,

a staircase we go up again,

with steps made of gum.