SMELL OF BITCHES

The sun rises again, steps in our memories. We hunt around smell only, passin', got it for real. This is our way of a choice made just because we like and did it. Not fashion but passion, smell from too far. (Hey ho.) (Hey ho. Hey ho.) (Hey ho. Hey ho.) A complete life is just not good, yeah. Always take it easy, go for it, be passionate. Rock needs no pretense always. Spirits break it down, and just do it certainly. We've gotta out of step with the world. Come on, give us smell of bitches united. Don't twist our life of the truth. Come on, give us smell. Oh yeah, our Rock'n'roll. Don't look back. Come on, give us smell of bitches united. All or nothing, we love it. Smell all. (Faster and faster) than everything. Smell of bitches and any more. No, no decadance. Sorrow will be eased someday. Please give a shout for your right. Free style, off beat. Smell Smell of bitches. Madness is no way. Smell Smell of bitches. Free style, off beat. Smell Smell of bitches. Madness is no way. Not fashion but passion, smell from too far. (Hey ho.) Start today, always we think so, yeah. The sun in those days stays here. I never forget it. (never forget it. So fuckin', so lucky, never forget.) We've got to find your smell, oh yeah. Troubles, we don't care. Just do it, (kick and blow. kick and blow. kick and blow.) We've gotta out of step with the world. Come on, give us smell of bitches united. Don't twist our life of the truth. Come on, give us smell Oh yeah, our Rock'n'roll. Don't look back. Come on, give us smell of bitches united. All or nothing, we love it. Smell all. (Faster and faster) than everything. Smell of bitches and any more. No, no decadance. Sorrow will be eased someday. Please give a shout for your right. Free style, off beat. Smell Smell of bitches. Madness is no way. Smell Smell of bitches. Free style, off beat. Smell Smell of bitches. Madness is no way. Not fashion but passion, smell from too far. As long as you live, you visit a space again and again. When you find a solution for the difficulty, same smell of you own, let's play under a same sky. You guys know the route of, not fashion but passion, smell from to far. (Hey ho.)