It's 6 o'clock in the evening we're getting dressed well for tonight hey ho let's go it's already time for the gang to get so fucking wrecked always remember you need to get drunk 'til 11 pm because there is a law and no one will dare to break it nights go on and on and on but now we're out of scotch straight into the supermarket we tried, we failed that's how it goes

Nuclear bombs for a civil war and Apple's next generation ignorance and carelessness that build our civilization old demons coming back to life they need a new sensation the living dead's out on the streets it's part of their fucking nations Without fear and without hope we're lost in a space with no reverse with the strenght to feel and think we're still heading on a crash course down the lights and here it comes making up the horrorshow with rage and pain that we do feel heading on a crash course terror from the east and west to help their imagination social life is made to fail wrecked in mental distortion

trouble trouble trouble all around my head am i still awake or am i long time dead? why can't you sing to me like every day before when silence has taken over our helpless souls controlled silce tries to keep me on my knees controlled silence stole the feeling of being free controlled silence i think about if this is real controlled silence you're the only enemy louder louder louder i cannot hear a word major anthem played for them will kill'em one by one screaming and shouting to make the ohers see that my inner war will keep me on my feet

the boat is full step back before this ship sinks down with guns they aim to save their homes from a not named enemy the ghosts are back again in the hearts of the ones who always feared that live has nothing left what makes it worth the house burnt down before they came to feel safe at night now remember how this shit's started around 80 years before the ghosts are back again in the hearts of the ones who always feared that live has nothing left what makes it worth are these the ghosts that have been called? the walking dead for a good purpose come on stand up the time is up let's fight the ghosts that want to kill us all

And the car is off the road but I never had a car. And I pay more for my food 'cause the supermarket's too far. It's expensive being poor because everything costs more, knocking on a closing door, it's expensive being poor, someone throw me down some crumbs I will eat them off the floor, it's expensive being poor but I look good when I get desperate. And the box is on the fritz, it's a black and white, or was, I tried taking it to bits now the picture's just a grey fuzz. It's expensive being poor because everything costs more someone pick me off the floor, it's expensive being poor, how can I live with what I did when the cinema's six quid? It's expensive being poor but I look good when I get desperate. Let the good times roll Into a bottomless hole with job, friends and future my ideal home furniture, let the trumpets sound as my house falls down. And the dust begins to clear and I'm lying on the ground, and I'm standing on a path in an unknown part of town, and the path leads me away over hills and out of sight, in the blazing sun by day and the hanging moon by night, and I wind up in a place where I never have to count, and I never see the waves as I push my leaking boat out. It's expensive being poor because everything hurts more, knocking on a bolted door It's expensive being poor. Someone throw me down some crumbs I will eat them off the floor, it's expensive being poor, but I look good when I get desperate.