I was petrified
Because they gave the power again
To the northeastern brotherhood

I was eletrified
But in this inconsience land
Six numbers doesn´t make a difference

And it gives me Panic on the Grass

I was blushed because you said that I was Funny
but I wanted to hear something else

I was ashamed
Because before they learn to pray without lie
They learned to lie without pray

And it gives me Panic on the Grass

I was frustrated because those two men
Are playing Counter Strike on the real World
I was so afraid, because the laugh of that girl
Was as givesome as kill someone (?)

And I know that if
The revolutionary people knew about that
1984 would be different

And I know that if
Adam knew about that
He wouldn´t commit no sin

Someone in the bus call me peverted
But that bus was totally filled
I saw your tennis in the shoestore

Reminding me that I´m Still ill

And it gives me Panic on the Grass.