Hunting days are now a shame
To see somebody ambition to live
Roots your hair
Keep me on my mean stone
There´s a chance

Wait for a friend
They say
Are your feet far
Great to the bombs
No one and on my own
Dream away
Keep me on my mean stone
There´s no chance

I hide away (x4)

Got the amplitude
Host it down my back door
Got the habitude
Back out it´s on my back door