I was going to the bank,
to get some boxes.
Now I have one billion,
But no one counts.
Hang out to the street,
Cause I wanna race.
I wanna to feel the gas
in my veins and go.
I’ll be a hero,
to get some speed.
My addiction will causes,
my death on street.
Oh-no, I lose
all of my things,
I only have some old,
rust’ strings.
Come on baby, come on up to eleven,
Should I play music or
I just make stripes.
I cant make decision.
Come on baby, come on up to eleven,
Should I play music or
I just make stripes.
I cant make decision.
I wanna a new car,
a hipster one.
You should go to West,
Far away.
There will be a desert,
like I say.
I wanna to feel the gas
in my veins and go.
Come on baby, come on up to eleven,
Should I play music or I
just make stripes.
I cant make decision.
Come on baby, come on up to eleven,
Should I play music or I
just make stripes.
I cant make decision.
You will
find a mine
And a well.
Come on, drop you down
You will
find a mine
And a well.
Come on, drop you down
Come on baby, come on up to eleven,
To find our way,
is our task
we need the precision.
Come on baby, come on up to eleven,
If you will find the well,
drop you down
I cant make decision.