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Feel the vibe of drums, Bass that go down your spine
Listen up, listen up, Sound that shake your guts
…and we see us, grind, grind, grind
You see us, die, die, die

From the hell comes smoke, We drive our own inferno
Mine incubated punks, Many times fucked up and drunk
And we still walk bright, bright, bright
And you say die, die, die

And today our time is comming
We see the place where we go
We talk about what we´re doing
Our path is just rock´n´roll
We walk on sharped edge razor
Fuelled by the drugs and the booze
We try to walk as we talk it
Have really nothing to lose

Now we rode your horse, Open road no bend
You know it´s so good, So try to understand
And please listen me up, Music we never gave up
But you still go, die, die, die
And we are fine, fine, fine

Listen up what I say, We walk as we talk

And today our time is coming
We see the place where we go
We talk about what we´re doing
Our path is just rock´n´roll
Attractive new bands just envy
They don´t know place where they go
It´s about time to let pay them
To language of rock´n´roll

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