Listen Up, Mates

Nobody never stays round here

You really need to make a change

Even when you don’t have a choice

Time flies for everybody, for real

And we just sit down at the living room

While our stomachs are growing up

While our old problems are getting old

Soon we will have bills to pay

Soon our dreams, they will fly away

Now we don’t care about the time

But what are we going to do with our kids?

Even we’re just a bunch of teenagers

Once deads, our lives will get bored

And we just turned on the computer

But this spring is not good for some ones

Sometimes we just want to throw it all away

Life never made much sense at all

For people made of feelings and songs