Moo
The desillusion
At eight o'clock in the evening
The sleeping city is evacuated
And everyone who wants
He drives the bus
Away from the gray edge of the world
Everyone who wants
And everyone who can
Play drunk
Or half
Self-guilt is here and gone Long forgotten behind the shopping center
Left alone with the television And a copy of beautiful moons
Everyone who wants Everyone who can
Drives every Friday With this bus
Everyone who wants Everyone who can
Dance every Friday In the disco until the end
