Letras
Half asleep on the balcony
I got my lady in my arms
I feel free
Empty bottles on the floor in Italy
They're laying on the ground
Like the guys on beach
From the afterparty
Modern wave, generation
In our bags we got hydropackets
Vintage reds, looking like actors
Asking for more, not going backward
On the streets, such a love and fun
Well, the generation high will on the run
So dangerous, like a loaded gun
Pull the trigger with your fingers
Who's the chosen one?
Beauty queens, but minds suicidal
Perfectly shaped, but in our heads a psycho
The people don't know what's behind the curtain
Outside we smile, but inside we're hurting