My life was great until you came and ruined it, because...
You were killing my music
With a smashing $#&@ing hand, and now

I´m saying "stop you´re killing the music!"
And god said something about freedom
But I´m saying "stop with the killing""stop with the dying"

But you are killing my punk/rockmusic
And that is to much for me... so Diie!
And then I keep asking me "what´s wrong with me"

And finally I get the answer, it´s nothing wrong with me
It´s something wrong with you!
Because... you´re killing the music!

Again and again, but not anymore (not anymore)
(Not anymore) (not anymore)
NOT ANYMORE!

Because you´re not here anymore.