I'm gonna sit back in this afternoon With the friends I could pack We're gonna feed the animals We're gonna drink 'til feel bad While the ambient sound plays the solo of "Time" A blond girl passes showing tatoos on her legs We met a guy that gave us flyers for the show of his band We promised we'd go, so he paid one liter of gold Friday night, A boiling night of February Bands already playing We couldn't see truth on their screams Hatred, blood, fury and violence Sung by spoiled boys with all on their hands We turned back home Wondering where the missing thing was We drank a lot then we discovered it was inside of us Rock'n'roll band Rock'n'roll band Rock'n'roll band Wind blows my hair Driving downtown another road Where am I? Where am I? I'm going to play in another country I'm going to play around the country I'm going to play around the world Rock'n'roll band Rock'n'roll band Rock'n'roll band Rock'n'roll band