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Dark streets N’ Catacombs
It’s the damned fuckin’ place where we are from
Between cold cathedrals
We can find a bridge to sleep underneath

Hey, you know that from there
(The) City Of Lights looks so nice
Here we run to get a chance
It would never happen twice
Politic kids in streets
That means nothin’ to me
No time to lose in vain
To write my own story
Oh yeah

Bad tales of rock n’ roll
Where we are the wild kids who have nothin’ to lose
No doubt in my soul
‘Living in a wreck where something’s gotta give

If you think I’ve lost my mind
It’s since I believe in you
If you think I waste my time
It’s since I do it for you
Take everything for free
The only touch you bring
My conscience’s warning me
No, I won’t go down with you

Down, Down To Hollywood
Paris, London Munich n’ Hollywood
We’re all over the world
N” You won’t follow me to Hollywood
You’ve got another trip
Okay you wanna stay, after all you said
Stay in your fuckin’ coffin underground
Coz dead men won’t rock Hollywood

Addicted to a gothic babe
Just an upper class bitch with her fashioned tattoos
This stupid girl blames me
I should have let her down when she had the blues

wearin’ gipsy boots
When mama’s waiting for you
‘so easy to look so cool,
While you’re a snake on my back
Easy to change your life
When honey got the money
It’s still cold outside
(But) you don’t need my own anyway

You can think I could lose my faith
when a friend is burning my church
n ‘show off with your new friends
‘Til you need a new couch
Not stupid as you think
I get a grip after all
I bleed n’ I may doubt
But I follow my dreams