It's too late now she's got me dreaming

Without you there is no truth according to me

Inside and around me tears got me drinking

Without you there is no scope in the morning for me

One of these days in the night

Old enemies will come back to fight

And since you would then disagree

We will be skinned alive

When full colored kings arrive

And teach then we will all we know

Bring popcorn for Geronimo

And dance with our freshly made friends

Ignoring the old ones - the boring and cold ones

And when the colossus crawls west

Jazz bastards will fall and confess

We all love you so and

You rock is paradise plastic

It's cheap and fantastic!