WAKE UP, KID!
PLUG YOUR HEADPHONE IN
DANCING ALONG THE BEATS
LOOK OUTSIDE THROUGH YOUR OVERSIZE CHANEL FRAME
KEEP NODDING YOUR HEAD
WITHOUT NOTICE, SEPTEMBER ALREADY ENDS
HIGH ON DIESEL AND GASOLINE
SNEAK OUT EVERY NIGHT TO SMOKE WEED
YOUR FUNKY CLOTHES, WEIRD HAIRSTYLE
THE CELLOPHANE SOUND
THE TOP OF THE WORLD COCKY ATTITUDE
HAVEN’T BEEN CHANGED A BIT
BUT THE CANDLE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY CAKE HAS ONE MORE ADDED
WRAP UP YOURSELF IN ALL DESIGNER CLOTH
STOCK UP ALL YOUR ITALY-MADE SHOES IN THE CLOSET
WITH AN EMPTY BANK ACCOUNT
THAT’S ALL YOUR PROPERTY
LIVE IN THE FRAME YOU DRAW TO YOURSELF
WALK INTO THE MESS YOU CUSTOM MADE TO YOUR STYLE
SO WHY DO YOU KEEP COMPLAINING?
LOVERS ON THE STREET
LITTERS IN THE BREEZE
REMIND YOU OF YOUR ONE AND ONLY SWEET SUNDAY MORNING
KEEP ASKING WHY YOU ALWAYS CAN’T CATCH HAPPINESS
THE EDGY WAY OF THINKING
THE DILEMMA YOU PUT YOURSELF IN
THE WHATSOEVER LIFE ATTITUDE
WITH ALL THE GRIEF STOCK IN YOUR HEART
ALL THE REGRET STOCK IN YOUR HEAD
NEVER CONFESS, NEVER SAY SORRY
AND STILL CLAIM YOURSELF PRACTICALLY A SAINT
GUESS YOU WILL NEVER FIND YOUR PATH TO HEAVEN
KEEP DREAMING ABOUT BETTER DAY
KEEP PLANNING ABOUT YOUR AMSTERDAM DREAM
WITH ALL THE DAYS PASS BY
ALL THE GASOLINE AND DIESEL BURNING IN THE AIR
ALL THE WEED YOU SHARE WITH YOUR FRIEND
NEVER LAY YOUR HAND ON A THING
YOU CATCH THE FAMOUS DREAMER’S DISEASE
AND HAVE ALL THE FRIENEMIES SURROUNDED
YOUR DREAM IS JUST ANOTHER UTOPIA LAND
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD IS STILL MILES AWAY
HEY, WAKE UP KID!
YOU WALK INTO THE MESS YOU CREATED FOR YOURSELF
YOU LOST IN THE MAZE YOU LEAD YOURSELF IN
PLAY COOL, BUT DO YOU REALLY HAVE THE ABILITY TO WALK OUT IN STYLE?
GUESS I AM ABOUT THE AGE OF YOURS
GUESS I WILL BE SCREWED UP THE SAME WAY AS YOU ARE
GUESS I AM NOT JUST WRITING TO YOU BUT ALSO MYSELF
WE DANCE
ONE STEP LEFT
ONE STEP RIGHT
FEELING THE MUSIC IS IN US
FEELING THE GREEN TASTE OF YOUTH
FEELING THE PRIVILEGE TO BE POLITE, ARROGANT AND STUPID
DON’T LET GO
CAUSE THE FRESH FACE WE HAVE MEANS EVERYTHING
GET HIGH
BUT DON’T GET STUPID!
