Nadam se da je ovo nepromišljena greška u koracima. Nek smrdljivi jugoslovenski zvezdaški ukus bude odheban odavde - fala. Đorđe smrade, tko te hebe, može Zagreb i bez tebe. Fala svima koji ovdje nisu stisli srdasce.
A sad evo i jedne poticajne. Posveceno određenom Martinu B.:
Tekst (malo adaptiran, al to je to):
Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep,
I got the mud beneath my shoes.
Rubber band, rubber band,
Gun in hand, gun in hand, I wanna use...
Roamin', roamin', roam...
Get away, gotta get away!
And I think, I think too much...
I do care, yeah, too much I do care...
Roamin', roamin', roam...
Get away, you all gotta get away,
And I think, I think too much...
Trippin' as I'm thinkin',
'Bout me as a boy named "Martin".
I'm a man, yeah, I'm quite a superman,
Crackerman, but they say I'm a pussy...
Roamin', roamin', roam...
Get away, gotta get away!
And I think, I think too much...
I don't wanna care, yeah, but I do care...
Roamin', roamin', roam...
Get away, gotta get away!
And I think, I think too much...
And I'm thinkin',
While I'm thinkin'...
And I'm thinkin',
While I'm thinkin'...
Roamin', roamin', roam,
Get away, you gotta get away...
And I think, I think too much...
I don't wanna care, yeah, but I do care...
Roamin', roamin', roam,
Get away, you gotta get away...
And I think, I think too much...
And I'm thinkin',
While I'm thinkin'...
And I'm thinkin',
While I'm thinkin'...
No, I don't wanna be a luzer...
I just have to play my game,
I just have to show what I can do
and it's gonna be the prvenstvo...
And I think, no, I should not think too much...