Do you remember you said one day?
We’re made by the fans, we appreciate them
Then I saw the rise of your benefit price
Fame appetite poisoned your mind
Your word of honor turned in to dust
In winning the fame there’s no way to the past
You lost the roots. Now feel the hate of your friends
You sell them out for a couple of pence
CHORUS:
You are going up, up, up, up, up
To reach the top, top, top of the chart
We are going down, down, down, down, down
To our underground
I don’t who will reach the high
You with your ambitions and money broken mind
Or me with my boys breaking our voice
In every offered place singing for lost souls