my way Turn off the microphone Bye my second home Hey, I've had my say The rain falls, I'm on my way Turn off the microphone Bye my second home
out you see Wanna leave before I'll go insane Hey, I've had my say The rain falls, I'm on my way Turn off the microphone Bye my second home I'll leave
He's a smalltown rebel, one of the few true fighter souls. A concreat devil, always kicking and out of control. Raised in the ruins of a broken home,
Man I got to tell you this feeling inside i get when, me and my boys are synchronized. Like a little explosion in what's left in my brain, telling me
it out you see Wanna leave before I'll go insane Hey, I've had my say The rain falls, I'm on my way Turn off the microphone Bye my second home I'll
Bombraids, dead cities, bombraids, dead citizens. Casualties civilian government destruction. More bombs, more cities, more burning bodies for the cause
I do my best to stand up straight, keep my feet on solid ground. All i need is my loyal, my loyal companions six strings and the explosive sound. I'
ways. In the end, my dear friend. Memories remain. Whatever happened to the will and to the message? Your second home, your love for the microphone.
You tricked me, made me believe the boy deserves another shot. Empty words without any meaning, you really but me on the spot. I thought I made a good
