Because you think I'm too nervousBecause you think I'm too furiousBecause you think I'm too dangerousMay the punkBe with you

Noise,It's my own and private secret garden
a dark and serious land i dont wanna shareit's all in tension, spit and violence,and not a fuckin danceflourhow, how can you stand a drummer dressed as a banana on stageit's fucking killing meshow me some mean and cold face musicians,
yelling at people,keeping it realaaaah, Time is running out and iaaaaaaaah , i've got to feed my family

God knowsI've got all the timeIn this worldI find myself another place offSet me thinking

Welcome Home,
Where the body is there to receive some soundWelcome Home,
Where the body is there to receive some soundWhere the body is there to receive some soundFortified home,
Everybody's singing and rambling with soundMysterious Home,
where you can put fears behind the doorsFortified home,
Everybody's singing and rambling with soundEverybody's singing and rambling with soundMysterious Home, where you can put fears behind the doors



Hiding Home, for black eyes and one doesn't wanna comeOnly one Home, Where you'll can find me inFinally this game can just
begin