one more time i find myself miles away from home all shadows from my past i don't like them at all as i'm passing by at least through my life even through her love if that means anything to you
at nine in the morning i open the firm i've been doing this for years and there's no reson to refuse support for my good will and for my hungry stomach too and some long empty road which i've been paving tor the whole fuckin' world
and made sure it wouldn't move and that's how i've gone away but you the balkans keep quiet and stay well
and when money in spent you got a headache and i usually empty the bottles that my old lady packs and i usually try to give the firm some form and roll it into the road (but) the monster wouldn't give in so I got into the turnpike and with mighly right wing I straightened out the firm
and made sure it wouldn't move and that's how i've gone away but you the balkans keep quiet and stay well