We spent years buried underground
We became a group of playing zombies
In a bar, after third glass, resigned Teddy said:
"Guys, I don't want to be a basement man forever"
With time we get quieter and quieter
We make first compromises
There are just two steps from that
To the beginning of the defeat
Sing some love songs
Something safe, quiet and sterile
Sing some love songs
It makes young girls cum
We even sold our balls
But that's why we play everywhere
On terraces, on festivals
More trash, more cash
We are listened by little girls,
Pensioners and grannies
And all mental invalids,
The senile and the deaf-mute