Street Rocker In Syria

They stretch their bones in the casket green
the void is near as much as is the dream.
Fantastic visions and cities rotten with human mind.

The late hour show is a way of prayin’
as much as is the sexy girl hidin’ a man.
Me, I’m wonderin’ ’bout the college-boys, the small-brains of tomorrow.

There is enough trouble waitin’ everywhere.
I am young, I’m on the street to somewhere
where there are no snipers and leaders from hell,
the system-builders of no tomorrow.

Streets don’t last longer than your moments of attention.
In there is the vision of true and straight intention.
Don’t trust the ones outside the Street Rocker ocean.

Today is a great moment of media history.
There are no ambulances, only killin’ and arrestin’.
Dead bodies and the wounded are lying on the street.

Street Rocker I am with courage to look beyond
demonized leaders and the rule of the wrong.
Let us change the rules of the game, death-crazy and most insane.

They stretch their bones in the casket green.
The void is near as much as is the dream.
Fantastic visions and cities rotten with human mind.

The late hour show is a way of prayin’
as much as is the sexy girl hidin’ a man.
Me, I’m wonderin’ ’bout the college-boys, the small-brains of tomorrow.

Streets don’t last longer than your moments of attention.
In there is the vision of true and straight intention.
Don’t trust the ones outside the Street Rocker ocean.

Music & Lyrics: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany