hey young man,
tell me where you´re going?
tell me what´s your mission?
tell me what the fukk are you doin´on friday,the one i call my day.
gotta spend some of my time,so look my way.
don´t you hate livin´a life behind closed doors.
you wanna be anywhere else but home of course.,ya know?
homework or work sukks and it´s a matter of fact
you got no love for the fukker that dukks.
so i take your ass where it´s supposed to be at...
where you´ll meet me and the other three at.
let off what´s inside of your head.
dance or drop dead!
muthafukk grey skies and being sad.
now your eyes are burnin´from the smoke.
your lungs inhale the taste of beer and dope.
your parents been here 30 years ago for the same fukkin´reasons why you´re here,ya know?
but that was then,now the choice is yours.
you gotta make yourself at home, you´ve been here before
these are the players of my team , wanna meet yours.
let´s play a little game behind closed doors.
(you hear the sound of the sirens?
you hear the sound that goes
