Long is the road
Strong is the faith in our hearts
Fare well sweet home dear brothers I'll miss you so bad
My lucky trolls brothers, I'll miss you
Long is the road
Strong is the faith in our hearts
Fare well sweet home dear brothers I'll miss you so bad
Long is the road
Strong is the faith in our hearts
Fare well sweet home dear brothers I'll miss you so bad
I'll find strength in weakness
I'll find out a sense in this bitter end
I'll try hard to find
The remains of our past
The scars into my skin
The old fights
I cannot forget this all
If we all die alone
Then I'll keep your words in mind
Who's right or wrong
It's not what life's all about (about)
Long is the road
Strong is the faith in our hearts
Fare well sweet home dear brothers I'll miss you so bad
Long is the road
Strong is the faith in our hearts
Fare well sweet home dear brothers I'll miss you so bad
I'll find peace in this mess
I'll find a reason to forgive again
I'll try hard to find
The remains of our past
The scars into my skin
The old days, the old fights
I cannot forget this all
If we all die alone
Then I'll keep your words in mind
Who's right or wrong
It's not what life is all about
I miss the time when we felt bliss
Punk rock journey tales, reminisced
We’ve lived through it all
Joy, strength, triumphs, moments recall.
Cars painted wild, a messy sight
Drug squad’s defeat, victorious fight
No stage dive has taken your life away so far
Swinging baguette ‘neath Riesling’s jest
Cheese fondue in underwear zest
We’re missing Crusnes faces so much and Mirabelle
When the pressure is going
The feelings implode
You shed your skin
And let the tears flow on your own
Breaking car glass with your bass amp
Breakfast with caviar, never forget
Phone locked in a room,
No key, in silence, distant regret
Smashing TV on boat’s wild quest
Houses turning into duck heads
Playing under a storm, nearly escaping death
Barfing cocktails in your lunchbox
Hours stranded at Bandol’s stop
We battled the bed bugs
Until we made them drop
When the pressure is going
the feelings implode
You shed your skin
And let the tears flow on your own
It hurts to face oneself after the journey,
In a solitary flirt
It hurts, it hurts
In tears we dream until the next time
We’ll pack and soon divert
Playing baseball with your 3310
Busting into Mckenzies van
Sleepwalking in hotel halls, in underwear, no shame
Throwing up FAX at 6AM
Hoffer will never be the same
Through bunk you came and
almost maimed our fiddler’s frame
Still looking for Dijon's mustard
Forgot your bass on concert night
Has someone seen our drummer at Punk Rock Holiday