1989

1989, the year of change Wall was tearing down and metal crossed the trench 1989, locked in the chains Restricted filth and fury Adapted and fucking sane We´re children of that age No one can understand We think way diferrent They call us old school man 1989, we were confused All that news pass by Don´t know what to choose 1989, we took our way Malignant Tumour band From then until our grave We´re children of that age No one can understand We think way diferrent We´re old school mans Ashes to ashes and dust to the dust Our age is falling, covered by rust everyone´s cheating, robbing but why?! I would be better...... back in ´89 Friendship was more than one bloody pound Much greater music was then, than right now Everything changes from good to not fine Where is time machine to go back... to ´89