Up on the balconies of B-movie-flicks
We are seeking for sensation and some teenage kicks
They call us miserable, they call us punks

Finally we´re lepers we´re a bunch of drunks

Keep going, little sister


Whip her slowly and hang on to her lips
Shake off your bitterness and move your hips

Due to Prozac, she´s a light-hearted !@#%
Talk about C. R. Rogers, never keeps her trap shut


Keep going, little sister
Lucid lights from the suburbs up above
Shiny little girls who are playing rough

Grotesque creatures, they repeople the streets
Down by the ruins, that´s where we´ll meet


Then you come down, then you´re back on earth
Like the moment your mamma gave birth
You lost time, there´s no future, nor past

There ain´t no shadow, you could cast

Keep going, little sister


Lucid lights from the suburbs up above
Shiny little girls who are playing rough

Grotesque creatures, they repeople the streets
Down by the ruins, that´s where we´ll meet


Keep going