We were building this tower, Which been desrtoyed by ourselves, We were choking, and freezind, in a dust and snowflakes We believe just and only in a bright, happy days Had problems with goverment, and shitty cops face. Arranged rebel actions, boycotted elections, Rided a skateboard and trains to Saint - P. Bottle of beer, or cola, whatever, Gas gun in pocket, canny youth - that were we! As many faces have changed their places, as many times i was ugly betrayed But I'm very glad than you're still with me, cause now i can't leave without beenig a friend.