[brought by Pluss1]
It's Saturday, I'm skulling champagne
I've got nothing to lose, I've got nothing to gain
I'm dead like the streets in the ghost town by night
But I never ever felt so alive
Like headless chicken we're running around
Dancing around our golden calf
A total mess of hapiness and recklessness
Occupied my mind
Gotta find a way to make it through the day
I'm so homesick I could die
On the road with no future to no destiny
As I wach my years pass by
It's Sunday night, I'm sipping cheap wine
Reading Crime and Punishment for the second time
Not to entertain me, I'm just looking for a sign
In desperate hope to find some peace of mind
Cause I've been running around, since 1999
and I have lost my faith, a million times
I'm on a mission that I don't undersatand
Like a lost pilgrim searching for the holy land
All that I know is that I know nothing, no nothing at
all
Am I spoiled to be unhappy, just lying on the floor
I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Gotta find a way to make it through the day
I'm so homesick I could die
On the road with no future to no destiny
As I wach my years pass by