I really miss those days, when I Knew all the ways
To make my life a party
Think it was in sixtynine, when I was twentyfive,
I liked being outlying
I covered myself with mud, sliding with those guys
Smoking and dancing
The scud of the beer, I see you like a deer
Music was on my body
Those were good times!
Grass was on my veins, I felt it everyday
Red eyes I´m hungry
And those hairy gods, singing on a van
Penny Lane is crying, dying
And now look what I´ve done I´m fuckin´stuff, I´m tired, I´m old
I´m just a laugh of what I was when I was younger, poor man
In a boring job without problems with the law, I´ll break the peace,
I´ll crumble the doors, I wanna fight for dreams I had oneday
And now I´ve denied.
Look what I´m saying, who do I wanna fool?
I will never became the man made of wood.
Fuck you crew!
A dream will never get lost if you wish it with your heart
I will fight for it, maybe next life ...
Those where good times!
A fuck for the future, a fuck for today
Fight for your wishes and fight for yourself.