Turn it up, gimme volume or blood Make that bass sound pound through the walls This is what we do where there's nothing to do In the country of rain and snow Crank it up gimme volume and blood, c'mon baby shake that ass
Hit it all again 'cause we never grow old This is what we do up in the cold This is what we do where we come from How we do it where we call home
Take a ride on the hellway to high Where the moon shines bright and tears don't dry Pay a visit to where silence is gold Here no one ever speaks unless spoken to Sail north - Scandinavian bound Sail north - to where only weekends count
Rev it up hun, give it some gas And push the pedal right down through the floor This is what we do when the weekend get slow This is how we roll Rev it up, give it gas - gotta make that engine roar
Hit it again 'cause it never gets old This is how we roll up in the north This is what we do it where we come from How we do it where we call home
Take a ride on the hellway to high Where the moon shines bright and tears don't dry Pay a visit to where silence is gold Here no one ever speaks unless spoken to Sail north - Scandinavian bound Sail north - to where only weekends countTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
