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all these rocky mountains to play five songs and drink some more and fall asleep getting taped by locals don't have the nerve to ask for food and die of thirst in the backseats of rented wrecks let's hope these wheels got what it takes to carry us home backdrops made in denim teeshirt salesmen and the followers it gets single package systems soul dj's and you know the riot that that brings i wanna turn all their dancefloors into a burning inferno of ba ba ba i've played the piano and i've played the guitar i've played it in clubs and i've it in bars i visit your city and i've slept on your floor i've borrowed your swings and i've heard you're hardcore all the scores of the c to the a and the youth of today and it's beautiful! still i can't get enough of it did you see me eating frosties from your fridge? and the rice cookies that you never ate were all gone when you went into the kitchen Aus Songtexte Mania