Lyrics

Get Out Of My Bed

Listen to me carefully
What the hell have you been doing?
So fuckin' fucked up mentally
Got no clue what you've been thinking
Eventhough eventually
You already lived your life for too long

Ooh, life goes on
Yeah, get out of my bed
Ooh, life goes on
I want that woman out of my bed!

Here some advices to you
Have a shower, quit that smoking
Go out and buy something to eat
These are little things that make you feel better

What type of girls you really like?
That's of course your own opininion
But don't go in bed with the bad girls
And don't go in bed with the motherfuckin' winers either
And don't you touch those models
Or you end up buying Gucci with the rest of your money
Don't even think about milfs or matures
You're gonna be a dad in a blink of an eye

The final thing I would like to say
You have to make your own decicions
But if I were you I would turn to be a cowboy
Ride to the sunset all by myself
I would eat alone, I would drink alone
I would sleep alone, I would have sex on my own
And I would dance alone below the stars
Around the bonfire, around the clock
So remember you've been warned
Every fuckin' rose has it's thorn!


Peace On The Earth

This is the true story about a boy and a girl
Lizzy was drivin' a truck
And our James was a bartender in a filthy bar
They met at a local gas station
Lizzy had driven a bit too far
Drank together Irish Coffees and made little love in the car

What you gonna do when a girl falls into you?
What you gonna do?
Oh no, not a single clue!

Just wanna peace on this little Earth
Just wanna peace on this little Earth
Just wanna little piece of you 
Just wanna little piece of your little sister too
We only need the peace on this Earth
We only need the peace on this Earth
Baby baby, we can make this work
Take a bite of my herb!

Lizzy and James had a baby named John
No long till' he bought his first gun
Not a single clue how to handle it
So popped the brains out of his enemy

John stays in the jail
Not a change to get out against the bails
Have his parents failed?
If you ask me they're generation of hate


Ode For Refugees

Is there life after death?
Who knows, but I know you so well
You were that blonde girl from the neighbour 
The stars in your eyes
Everone said that we were made to last
That was true; then one afternoon changed that all
Life is strange!

Have you seen that black car?
It took you away
Or have you seen anyone at all?

Missing persons wanted here
All those who've been disappear
Who they've met, who they've known
Coz' my sweet girl is gone!

It's been already ten years 
And I'm still broken like hell
Coz' I can't find you
That could be the worst thing to happen'
It could be much more easier
If they would find you from the dumpster or seabeed or...
For example they'd dig you up the ground behing the town hall
The tears in my eyes no one can never...
Dry them or make me feel better
There isn't anyone at all after you


All The Beautiful Kids

Waiting...
I'm waiting for the clock to tick
Listen all the beautiful kids
Running there whole day long for the cribs

Why don't you take your time and look at the sky for one?
Curse this moment and search for the sky!

Living this life on this Earth, under the moon
Builting this building and row
And put my anchor to bottom

Waiting...
I'm waiting for the birth to give
Listen all the beautiful kids
Riding there and dedicate their lives for tricks


New Day Rises

It's 1pm and I'm still lying in my bed
Got no reason to get up
Sleeping is the only cure I know

The clock ticks 3pm; trying to get up from my bed
Drink some coffee again without a milk
It's from yesteday; realizing you're not here

"A new day rises
My heart, go to pieces!
I'm so broken for the pain I've caused"
It was nice to hear your voice
It was nice to hear that you're okay
Please let me tell you that I miss you
One minute means a lifetime

Put me head back on to pillow
Wishing you were here again
Found a piece of your fine red hair
Left behind like a yesterday
Just another wasted day
"Feels like walking on a thousand miles
of trust is always fine", they say
You were not here to stay

The clock ticks 3am; sitting here with my own shrink
Shooting last fixes in, got no clue what will happen' next
The phone rings, it saves the day
Wishing you were there again
Just imagine what the hell
How can I get riff off this pain?


Killing Season

I don't know which way to go
Pacific Trail, a runaway train?
Lost into wild; monday morning always the same
We must be numb; feeling so good damn numb
Like having red carpets on the flat swamp

Imitation of mind, collapsed into the night
Rather get take-away coffees and the morning bites
If you're just a leather tramp, tattoeed tramp stamp
There's a killing season in the wilderlands
And you're just another vagabond

We're here to stomp just some action to this little shithole
Cruising with the Mean Streak, sounds of heartbeats
Another village and the white sheets

Taping my boots in the motel room
Zooming the chicks for the late night boom boom boom
Dropping my pen, if you're too tired to stay zen
With my guitar back until the very end!

I'm throwing my ring to the river
So here comes the riddle:
Have you ever seen a dog to use a needle?
That's what I thought
Well it's my time to go
Hop on a train; it's better to remain broke
Lost into wild...


Hitchhikin'

From New Orleans
Riding between the rails 
Which are leading to the northern side of the sea

The clock is ticking, the roads are sinking
And I'm hitchiking there to cure this itching
When did I shoot the last blast?
Those crosses are now passed
My records and I carry just enough cash

Owls on the wires, martyrs and liars
Searching for the heartbeat coz' seen enough riots
Pilgrims in their saloons, jumpin' flash kangaroos
Full moon kids in line...

So listen the chilkoot trail blues
Wind blowing back, walking on a railway track
Still got the blues so paint it all black
Don't shoot the barber if you need to get higher
Eventhough the maps are hidden in the bottom of his lighter

The neighbours are wiser
The days are much sunnier
Breakin' the barriers
For searching the motherfuckin' cashier

The treasures of Dawson!


Memories of New Orleans

It was sad night at the mansion
We were gathered around the table with the best friends
But the feelings weren't that bad then
But next morning I was devastated

Rolling around with the Los Gran Artistas
One of us is a rapper, one is writer
Another one took his guitar and lets it sweep
All the troubles away
We were so young and beautiful back then  
Then Jake takes his matches and lets it burn

Memories of New Orleans
Brings me back to good old days
Hanoi Rocks is playing that good old song about a boy and a girl
And life that is so hard
Maybe I'm just barking old dog
Wondering under your balcony; you and me like we used to be
A perfect way to spend the night and the days

So the mansion was sold
No more Halloween parties or Venice Fest
Or no more girls kissing each others on the roof
No more guys stripping theirselves for the snow blankets