When I was younger than before
I was the one against the tide
I listened to music you think is old
And I still wear the same old clothes
I hung out with many whores
Many will be someone's moms
Surely those who went out with a rifle
To shoot someone
We liked weird haircuts
We inhaled many strange things
And we could hear the bells
We could, very well!
We were traveling for whole days but
Many did not come back safe
And sound from those days stoned
They had bad trips
And love had almost won
But some of them were
Frozen at that point
Some of them became such
Great great assholes
Now they teach in schools what they hated they didn't believe in nothing
We expected the war
And I thought I was going to leave
We are the same as our parents instead
The world that was there is no longer there
I don't need all this stuff
When I was younger than before
I was the one against the tide
I listened to music you think is old
And I still wear the same old clothes
I hung out with many whores
Many will be someone's moms
My dear motherf*ckers you deserve to die
Now like before I hate everyone I know
I hate hunters and tamers from the circus
They're a bunch of cunts
I hate this f*ckers
When one dies I'll drink another bottle
I'm happy because you shoot yourself
So one more idiot's gone
When I was younger than before
I was the one against the tide
I listened to music you think is old
And I still wear the same old clothes
I hung out with many whores
Many will be someone's moms
When one dies I'll drink another bottle
I'm happy becouse you shoot yourself
So one more idiot's gone