Angry Horns

hey young man,

tell me where you´re going?

tell me what´s your mission?

tell me what the fukk are you doin´on friday,the one i call my day.

gotta spend some of my time,so look my way.

don´t you hate livin´a life behind closed doors.

you wanna be anywhere else but home of course.,ya know?

homework or work sukks and it´s a matter of fact

you got no love for the fukker that dukks.

so i take your ass where it´s supposed to be at...

where you´ll meet me and the other three at.

let off what´s inside of your head.

dance or drop dead!

muthafukk grey skies and being sad.

now your eyes are burnin´from the smoke.

your lungs inhale the taste of beer and dope.

your parents been here 30 years ago for the same fukkin´reasons why you´re here,ya know?

but that was then,now the choice is yours.

you gotta make yourself at home, you´ve been here before

these are the players of my team , wanna meet yours.

let´s play a little game behind closed doors.

(you hear the sound of the sirens?

you hear the sound that goes