To a whole new destination
A zero-trip at the moral limit
Generation which has
White punches for breakfast
We are crossing a dimension
Do you arrest us? what are you doing?
Arrest us or we’ll go
Stand up
This is one of those evening where you don’t come home anymore
And you lose your alcoholics fringes
Let’s see
Let’s find one big-breast woman who couldn’t say no
Who comfort us, at least until the day
Red signalling-disk stops us
“be quiet, say always yes”
Documents in hand, smoke under the car mat
And the guard: “Good evening, where are you going?”
To a whole new destination
A zero trip at the moral limit
Generation which has
White punches for breakfast
We are crossing a dimension
Do you arrest us? what are you doing?
Arrest us or we’ll go
Tell me
If they have made and grown you up wrong
What’s your fault?
Do you watch us a little unsteady?
You are welcome, but
Here’s our driving licenses
Do you want the Car-book and the criminal records, don’t you?
Before the day will come
red Signalling-disk, who search a proof inside the car
He founds my white envelope, a strange cigarette butt lights off
And a sky-class ticket which goes away
To a whole new destination
A zero trip at the moral limit
Generation which has
White punches for breakfast
We are crossing a dimension
Do you arrest us? what are you doing?
To a whole new destination
A zero trip at the moral limit
Generation which has
White punches for breakfast
We are crossing a dimension
Do you arrest us? what are you doing?
Arrest us or we go
To a whole new destination…
To a whole new destination…
White punches for breakfast