Hearing kinky lola from the loudspeaker
Drinking stinky colas in the house of god
Selling cancelled alcohol to a crowd of strangers
Will this circle always ever evolve?
Singing - songwriters cry like babies
Popstars wannabes straight from the eighties
Violent players searching for a soul
And people –yes i guess– who thinks we're better than all the rest
And now i'm out of here like a racing rainbow
Going back in time just to please my mind now
And all the songs we hear i love–
Do you remember how it feels to get high?
