September, it’s too cold outside for your G-Star tank top.
All the big questions I delete from the mailbox
Days are getting shorter and we don’t have a job
But I still got dough for a little fuel
We’re hanging out on the edge of town and we’re pale as a ghost
The town’s on fire and the school’s burning down
But we’re OK and behind us is the bangbus
No sleep for so long I think I see ghosts
And they sing
Heya oh, heya
Heya oh, heya
Heya oh, heya
Heya oh, hey
My bastard wears Butterfly and Belstaff
I only shoot so I can chase ghosts away
If not with the gun, then with the 808 drum
If not with the sub then with the JBL box
In my sleep I saw some tanks rolling by
But today I kill that fear with three bottles of vodka
In the boot, plus nine cans of Red Bull
Cause it brings peace like fucking UNESCO
September, it’s too cold outside for your G-Star tank top.
All the big questions I delete from the mailbox
Days are getting shorter and we don’t have a job
But I still got dough for a little fuel
We’re hanging out on the edge of town and we’re pale as a ghost
The town’s on fire and the school’s burning down
But we’re OK and behind us is the bangbus
No sleep for so long I think I see ghosts
And they sing
Heya oh, heya…
My bastard wears Butterfly and Belstaff
I only shoot so I can chase ghosts away
If not with the gun, then with the 808 drum
If not with the sub then with the JBL box
In my sleep I saw some tanks rolling by
But today I kill that fear with three bottles of vodka
In the boot, plus nine cans of Red Bull
Cause it brings peace like fucking UNESCO
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September, it’s too cold outside for your G-Star tank top.
All the big questions I delete from the mailbox
Days are getting shorter and we don’t have a job
But I still got dough for a little fuel
We’re hanging out on the edge of town and we’re pale as a ghost
The town’s on fire and the school’s burning down
But we’re OK and behind us is the bangbus
No sleep for so long I think I see ghosts
And they sing
Heya oh, heya
Heya oh, heya
Heya oh, heya
Heya oh, hey
My bastard wears Butterfly and Belstaff
I only shoot so I can chase ghosts away
If not with the gun, then with the 808 drum
If not with the sub then with the JBL box
In my sleep I saw some tanks rolling by
But today I kill that fear with three bottles of vodka
In the boot, plus nine cans of Red Bull
Cause it brings peace like fucking UNESCO
September, it’s too cold outside for your G-Star tank top.
All the big questions I delete from the mailbox
Days are getting shorter and we don’t have a job
But I still got dough for a little fuel
We’re hanging out on the edge of town and we’re pale as a ghost
The town’s on fire and the school’s burning down
But we’re OK and behind us is the bangbus
No sleep for so long I think I see ghosts
And they sing
Heya oh, heya…
My bastard wears Butterfly and Belstaff
I only shoot so I can chase ghosts away
If not with the gun, then with the 808 drum
If not with the sub then with the JBL box
In my sleep I saw some tanks rolling by
But today I kill that fear with three bottles of vodka
In the boot, plus nine cans of Red Bull
Cause it brings peace like fucking UNESCO