I walk up the stairs, it's bloody cold
I greet the others, what's going on? What's up?
We take the tram - going in circles
We just want to be out
We steal cigarettes from the supermarket,
Smash in windows just for fun
We sit there smoking, drinking ourselves free
We just don't want to go home yet
And you kiss me - just like that1
Really, just like that...just like that
We paint our names on the wall,
Then some random guy comes and catches us
And right away the cops arrive and make us trouble
And you say: "Oh, by the way, I'm moving"
Just like that...just like that
Just like that
Pigeons are flying over the city,
I see the dust shining even in the night
We're awake - just like that
Just like that...just like that
We sit in the morning, laughing ourselves free
We just don't want to go home yet
1. By the way, incidentally.