Saturday night we are surfing on a high tide the party's on, we sing along with every song they play we pour the glasses move with the masses we rock the airguitar when Adrian plays with paula we scream 6.6.6.
Every Sunday morning we are close to half past nine torn out of our dreams when the bells begin to chime while the pilgrims progress to the splashy ancient dome we bottle up our anger when they steal our night away
Why the hell, why the hell do the bells start to chime
We curse the holy madness We curse the holy madness We're not divine While they're preaching of forgiveness We are losing our patience when we rise
Saturday night - shadows in the flashlight My girl is out with her friends tonight the DJ saves their lifes they love it hardcore flip out on dancefloor adore electro style the dark cave of the club hive is their elixir of life
Every Sunday morning we are close to half past nine torn out of our dreams when the bells begin to chime while the pilgrims progress to the splashy ancient dome we bottle up our anger when they steal our night away
Why the hell, why the hell do the bells start to chime We curse the holy madness We curse the holy madness We're not divine While they're preaching of forgiveness We are losing our patience when we riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
