Talking with my shadow on Saturday
About things of years behind
There's nothing left to say
After I woke up

I'm walking through the badlands, my blood boils in veins
The water tastes like gasoline
and we have a Sun for each human being

I remember many pints of beer
When my mind went in a crazy blackout
I forgot all pictures and memories
After things of years behind

The mankind is in chaos, with robbery, betrayal and pain
I have a lot of sons of bitches to geld
and somewhere there's a sun that I have to slay

This isn't a joke
Isn't a lie
This is my crazy style
It's my way of life
This isn't a joke
Isn't a lie
This is my crazy style
It's my way of life

In the end
I stay hard and strong
Without my friends
I walked through the streets alone

I don't care
About my future days
This is my life
This is my way

This isn't a joke
Isn't a lie
This is my crazy style
It's my way of life
This isn't a joke
Isn't a lie
This is my crazy style
It's my way of life