Cult of Tape

Trip to the lost town he made

The one who is alone and brave

Treasure in mud, he found in world ruins

He´s walking over the graves

Dogs are opening the gates

Showing their shotguns and hate

Then see the treasure, that broken game

He is the man of the fame

He brings – Cult of tape

Shaman is walking his way

Covered in blood and so grey

Pencil in hand, manifest the past

...and listens what his clan say

Please take it, this holy grail

Repair it and play this tape

Engines are roaring all around here

We need the rock´n´roll game

We need – Cult of tape

Whole clan is raising their hands to red skies

Shaman showing their way

There is no heaven, there is no hell

You listen what I have to say

Tape is now expose it´s view

Post Apo Rock´n´roll truth

Enjoy the show in atomic age

Petrol and alcohol fuel

Monsters are clump in the town

Dancing with battering ram

Radiance sunset, there is no dawn

But everyone have great fun

Yeah - Cult of tape

Oh yeah - Cult of tape

World after world, they see the gold

All bow down to the tape

Never gets new, never too old

And we´re playing this game

One day we will die, sooner or late

With rock´n´roll in our veins

Don´t forget us, the atomic crust

We bring you cult of tape