Every day I’m wake up in my sticky bed Every day I'm wake up in the infra-red Look in my eyes Tell me what you seen What the price Of your disagree
One life One life? One life And one chance for my knife
You will say You mean nothing for me. Do not worry! I'll not miss yours glee. I will sleep. When your angels will sing. Do not think. I'll cut off your last string.
Round me, round you, They have nothing to do, nothing to do Round me, round you, They have nothing to do, nothing to do
One life One life? One life And one chance for my knife