Paroles de The Unity

We got on the train from Bolum Germany me and a couple of mates, runnin' since yesterday drinkin' on the fast track, krooked on the straits those whack shack boys were gone out they ain't far enough away from me. Castles had the motes inside Bavarian walls hashed out in the cloaks, a guide in the Russian hoods well I smell my destiny, peltin' me with batteries weather zero Celsians, and not a word in edge. The Unity, I don't fit in their family! The Unity, they can't get enough of me. Pubbed out in Hamburg, I froze in the Paris ports I got away from the border Duane's terminal U.S.A. wiped off that sidewalk war crimes of punk rock kick off that tour bus there ain't no Unity for me. I was on the plane escape from Unity X-mas emptied, once again, home without a cent.