Текст песни Порт 812 - Рок

Here's a new day and this is a reason for a new song
And how it ends is very interesting to me
What kind of profession, you ask, "to soak on the strings,
And tear your throat through dusty, stuffy, drunken clubs "

Are you telling me where is my money?
Are you telling me what's the use?
You tell me I'm wasting my time
Fuck you - I piss rock!

Killing your teenage dream is easy
Surrender to slavery for the ghost of a career growth
And methodically, every day, burn your heart with poison
To turn into an old man with a dull look at thirty