Just wanna play with old-fashioned toys
Just wanna fight against ten soldiers
Lying in a bed with ten thousand girls
Playing fortune with their holy minds
Truth is always hidden somewhere
Under million tons of gold
I don't believe in their promises
But I am really confused about that fools
Look if you find a piece of my life
Which doesn't fit into expactation
Swiss-Air breathing gentlemen
Who all pretend to be social heroes!
Crash, crack, where's your head/nose/hand
Writer(s): Phillip Boa, Schmitz Maximilian
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