She told me about secrets of the hill
The secrets around the ground
When i'm groping on the dark side of the road, i remember that
But that won't help us...
Then i told her my ilusions, all that i always got to hide
It wasn't a great performer, but she says i don't belong this world
So i'm gonna kill myself someday after while, when they will be sorry
Tonight i'll take my burden and play with fire, just like a puppet
When my lonesome death is finally comin', i'll remember what she says
So long, Fascist Market's Life...
There's some highway to hide...