I'm gonna sit back in this afternoon
With the friends I could pack
We're gonna feed the animals
We're gonna drink 'til feel bad
While the ambient sound plays the solo of "Time"
A blond girl passes showing tatoos on her legs
We met a guy that gave us flyers for the show of his band
We promised we'd go, so he paid one liter of gold
Friday night,
A boiling night of February
Bands already playing
We couldn't see truth on their screams
Hatred, blood, fury and violence
Sung by spoiled boys with all on their hands
We turned back home
Wondering where the missing thing was
We drank a lot then we discovered it was inside of us
Rock'n'roll band
Rock'n'roll band
Rock'n'roll band
Wind blows my hair
Driving downtown another road
Where am I?
Where am I?
I'm going to play in another country
I'm going to play around the country
I'm going to play around the world
Rock'n'roll band
Rock'n'roll band
Rock'n'roll band
Rock'n'roll band