one more time i find myself
miles away from home
all shadows from my past
i don't like them at all
as i'm passing by at least
through my life
even through her love
if that means anything to you

at nine in the morning i open the firm
i've been doing this for years
and there's no reson
to refuse support
for my good will and
for my hungry stomach too
and some long empty road
which i've been paving tor the whole
fuckin' world

and made sure it wouldn't move
and that's how i've gone away
but you the balkans keep quiet
and stay well

and when money in spent you got a
headache
and i usually empty the bottles that my
old lady packs
and i usually try to give the firm some form
and roll it into the road
(but)
the monster wouldn't give in
so I got into the turnpike
and with mighly right wing
I straightened out the firm

and made sure it wouldn't move
and that's how i've gone away
but you the balkans keep quiet
and stay well