KLFM

History’s my backyard, eternity’s my reward

Whatever I do
I do not repent
I keep pissing against the moon

We are tired, we got nothing to believe in

But we are tired
We’re hardly breathing
And we’re free
Go tell the women that we’re leaving

Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow?

Usually the lines grow faint
Like old house paint
Just a way to mark the years gone by
You lay on a couch three weeks
Until the color came back into your cheeks

Kad smo skupa, ćutimo vonka i unutra!

Grad je pust i tužan i taman
Kao olovno nebo nad njim

Grad je pust i miran i spava
Neka počiva molim te nemoj mu kvariti san