they are naked and
having their time, choosing
the time of their life
forever after the end


one of them gets dressed
and walkes out of the door
after years of staring
out of the window


Nevermind the bullshit
as the punk's would curse
Mind is what you make it
never come home first

travel where they are
those mysterious folk
give up who you are

in need to be free




He's talented indeed
of being that crazy kid
never extraordinary gifted
marked with mondanity

that's why you are
naked and lonely
at least you were but
you're nothing but a monkey
kid

burned with the bloody ink
of who you are
everything but a lion king
and home is crazy far

the movie keeps on playing but
the wheels on you car, they
rapidy slow down
stop staring out the window

throw yourself in the pile of naked
men, again, i sence that you feel
you're car won't be rolling tomorrow
the engine's out of gas

tomorrow you won't get far

tomorrow you won't get far