Do you remember you said one day? We’re made by the fans, we appreciate them Then I saw the rise of your benefit price Fame appetite poisoned your mind
Your word of honor turned in to dust In winning the fame there’s no way to the past You lost the roots. Now feel the hate of your friends You sell them out for a couple of pence
CHORUS: You are going up, up, up, up, up To reach the top, top, top of the chart We are going down, down, down, down, down To our underground
I don’t who will reach the high You with your ambitions and money broken mind Or me with my boys breaking our voice In every offered place singing for lost souls