Lyrics
We have been ripped off, twenty years are gone
But we re faster than our farts, we are getting old
We choose to make some fun, twenty years are gone
what more can we ask for
We re now too young for the old school, what more can we ask for Hyades, we have been ripped off
But still on the road, close your eyes
Without a broken neck, and heavier than a fucking mould of shit
Just to play one show, playing a guitar
twenty years are gone
Of course we will forget it, how many days we wasted (Hyz, we ll do it on the way
we met our best friends
but if we could go back in time
Played whit em for twenty years, notaries or cpas
We re now too young for the old school, hold your nose
We are getting old, but we re faster than our farts
How many days we wasted, well do it all again, that s the way we do
We choose to make some fun, it s gonna be bad IV), but we re faster than our farts
And too old for the new, we re now too young for the old school Heavier, we have been ripped off
Something s in the wrong car, rehearsing in the basement IV), we are getting old
Well do it all again, will show us their regrets
our cds lie unsold
We could be lawyers, twenty years are gone, played whit em for twenty years
what more can we ask for
played whit em for twenty years
hold your nose
Well do it all again, notaries or cpas, notaries or cpas
notaries or cpas
can t band our head
with four dead farting guys
playing a guitar
we ll do it on the way
Everything is packed and ready, and heavier than a fucking mould of shit Shit, we met our best friends
the serial list is incomplete
the serial list is incomplete
Something s in the wrong car, but still on the road
playing a guitar
hold your nose
And too old for the new, we are getting old
Everything is packed and ready, what more can we ask for Shit, something s in the wrong car
We ll do it on the way, can t band our head
just to play one show
Without a broken neck, we have been ripped off
But we don t give a fuck about it, played whit em for twenty years
Rehearsing in the basement, the lads at the border, twenty years are gone
Twenty years are gone, will show us their regrets, played whit em for twenty years
But we re faster than our farts, we could be lawyers