So It´s true I sold my soul
I took the northern skies and wasted them down the road
I set on Roses till the day I die
And I’ll be on my own but I still got my guitar

So It’s true I sold my heart
I put it on a jar and gave it a new start
I set on Roses till the day I die
And I’ll be on my own but I still got my guitar

And I know It’s not fashion
But then what is fashion?
Guitar is my passion
A blind fascism

I’m seeing ice in cubes and Johnny Maar
I’m seeing John on a car driving far
But than lives are wasted
My life is wasted
Many lives wasted
My life wasted

I’m seeing all dead stars, jamming on my guitar