Original lyrics

EN

I watch a weary old man with his breifcase Each year of city life a wrinkle on his tired face Is this the man that I will turn into Then I think of you Somewhere accross the city you are on a train Looking at a wrinkled lady We should get out of here baby We'll take the road out to the countyside my dear Where the mountains go forever and the birds are always near We'll build a better life We'll leave the city far behind us Living where the outside world will never find us Stockpiling weaponry Lai lai lai lai lai lai Bazookas lai lai lai Lai lai lai Hand Grenades lai lai lai lai lai lai Lai lai lai lai lai Booby Traps lai lai lai lai Lai Bunker Network lai lai lai lai lai lai lai Lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai Guns Lai lai lai lai lai lai lai Fade Out lai lai lai Lai lai lai lai Black Helecopters lai lai lai