Lyric by S. Rehbein





Ordinary life – means to walk the line

Day by day and all night too

Never run riot, and if it did

Seek the right place for out breaking



Feels so great, the feeling of control

Imagined power to hold the will

The good looking piece of decency

In the body enveloped with leather



Black in the head – tortured my soul

Black in the head – to be as you



Keep up the pretence of discipline

To be the great real opposition



Maverick reputation is the holy law

In a gregarious naughty art of living