We have lost Balance Who lost control We change conventions For rock'n'roll Under gasoline rainbows And the ground so concrete We dream our reality To the underground beat
We're made of more than blood, punk, and meat We're born for more than to drink, rock, and eat You've built your house, paid your taxes and died The question is: How do we ride?
So never-resting (the word's been sung a while ago) Heavenly callous And so arresting in its flow Time works its hours And then it does your shift at night What's really ours When everything dissolves in light?
We're made of more than blood, punk, and meat We're born for more than to drink, rock, and eat You've built your house, paid your taxes and died The question is: How do we ride?
This one's for bad boys And easy girls Who let some starlight Into their curls Don't lose the moment Just let it go However you feel And whatsoever you know
We're made of more than blood, punk, and meat We're born for more than to drink, rock, and eat You've built your house, paid your taxes and died The question is: How do we ride?
lyrics: Petruccio music: Mickey / Petruccio drums: Dmitriy Lukyanchik bass guitar: Viačjek Siarhiejenka vocals: Petruccio Mickey: electric guitar, recording, production