Running through the ruined world running through with the shabby car Always getting together with the big question but still tight little hope in my hand I wouldn't take any orders from anyone because I am not a house doggy I am not a man who was born here because I am in the backside of the world Destroy the shock waving here strongly and surely Fire rebel before we are made like junk
Where have the real beauty gone? Where have the real things gone? We play for an ideal keep playing forever with my voice, and body and soul
