I wake up with music I use it
to start another day
Don't try to abuse me or roost me
this is the price you pay
Here, I'm sure and I ever was,
that I'm not the man from the upper class
and that I need my scotch every night before I sleep
wake up with music, abuse it
it really gets under my skin
I can't cure it, and it's not pure (it)
it makes no sense to sing
Here is a song about this case
about this hundred millions of ways
to loose yourself in the distributed crowds of egoists.
But I cannot excuse it, I haven't chose it
to be a burden to you
don't tell (m)e you don't know it but you can't stand it
my state has ever been obvious
I drink and smoke permanently
I'm on the run always, currently.
Lead me through your life I'm sure that we will find the way
somebody said what a fool I am
"what gave you the idea my friend"
Follow your heart and try to f*** the small hole in this wall
(Chorus):
I don't stop staring at the sun until my eyes are not getting blind
I don't stop listen(ing) to this sound until my eardrums are not getting grinded
and somebody told me that I'm someone, who celebrates
the dance 'til decadence
to start another day
Don't try to abuse me or roost me
this is the price you pay
Here, I'm sure and I ever was,
that I'm not the man from the upper class
and that I need my scotch every night before I sleep
wake up with music, abuse it
it really gets under my skin
I can't cure it, and it's not pure (it)
it makes no sense to sing
Here is a song about this case
about this hundred millions of ways
to loose yourself in the distributed crowds of egoists.
But I cannot excuse it, I haven't chose it
to be a burden to you
don't tell (m)e you don't know it but you can't stand it
my state has ever been obvious
I drink and smoke permanently
I'm on the run always, currently.
Lead me through your life I'm sure that we will find the way
somebody said what a fool I am
"what gave you the idea my friend"
Follow your heart and try to f*** the small hole in this wall
(Chorus):
I don't stop staring at the sun until my eyes are not getting blind
I don't stop listen(ing) to this sound until my eardrums are not getting grinded
and somebody told me that I'm someone, who celebrates
the dance 'til decadence