We're the evening's young, the night begunThey cleaned the bottle, I stand in the mirror, I smile at myselfI open my eyes and start to count, there's bundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfEvening's young, the night begunFireman brings another beerKid asks myself, why am I hereCleaned the bottle, stand in the mirror, smiling at myselfI open my eyes and start to count, there's bottles on the shelfI know I could at any time get off the chair and leave the placeI know I could at any time get off the chair and leave the placeI wait for me and my decisionCleaned the bottle, stand some placeTV shows, football gameI leave the place with a resentmentSomeone asks me, hey now you really go off to youI don't know what I would sayBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelfBundles on the shelf