I guess I'll amplify the nomad needs of mine I guess I'm clinging to the caravan we run Nothing will change my mind I'm all fed up with this empty town of ours I recognize the holes in the street and the colours, shades of gray I recognize the holes in the street and the colours, shades of gray The local patriots at some point they gave up They "sadly couldn't stay" as sorry as they were I know they're lying when the say they felt a rush in this empty town of ours I recognize the holes in the street and the colours, shades of gray I recognize the holes in the street and the colours, shades of gray Anyway, that's okay for now Because we are not here to fool around They will pay you to stay TO HELL WITH THEM ANYWAY Why would you STAY? Let's leave today! But why do you cry, won't you say?