Let me sing for pleasure 
Let me drink my treasure 
Up to the mountain of faith 
Hit me again 
While you kiss your left brain 
You oppress you right brain 
Ice-pops up in your arse 
You run with the flock 
Our presence is a saga 
A shore beyond 
The horizon 
Save Your Soul 
When I read Bukowski 
And when I read Martinus 
I feel magic in my soul 
Boiling me warm 
Do you dream of freedom? 
Or do the demons tell you? 
There is nothing you can loose 
If you run with the flock 
I`m too cool 
To be a fool