I´ve gotta climb this mountain, yeah, I´ll deal with you later
If you burst into laugh then I will ch-ch-ch-choke you with my cough
I am better of dead, I´m rolling high and I´ll be gone for tomorrow

So copying styles if you´re a “one of a kind”
Oh Yeah! Alright!

Tough looking star, painted in black, smoothed in white cream
Sing lazy songs, lyrics haven´t been the same without it
And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon, I will comfort me

With saying that I´m just a “one of a kind”
Oh Yeah! Alright!

And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon,
you may comfort me by saying that you´re all by a tune, and you will say:
I wander what´s so wrong about it, I wander what´s happy about it,
I want it now and you will never be alive!!

I want it now, but you were never my kind,
so cry at night when the band pullet out