Something’s wrong with world today Something’s wrong with streets I can’t remember the same bullshit Those days when I was a kid They are against of everything They quarrel with old gangs Paying no attention still To guys who lost their breath
Chorus: Let’s go to a place, where is nobody else Let’s go to a place, we know Let’s go to a place, and fuck all the rest For good times and alcohol
They wanna make a revolution And there’s some excuse But stop your damn word pollution And have some strength in use There’s no chance to yell in speaker And draw protests on walls You just increase the culture weakness And make no threat of course