It's too late now she's got me dreaming    Without you there is no truth according to me    Inside and around me tears got me drinking    Without you there is no scope in the morning for me    One of these days in the night    Old enemies will come back to fight    And since you would then disagree    We will be skinned alive    When full colored kings arrive    And teach then we will all we know    Bring popcorn for Geronimo    And dance with our freshly made friends    Ignoring the old ones - the boring and cold ones    And when the colossus crawls west    Jazz bastards will fall and confess    We all love you so and    You rock is paradise plastic    It's cheap and fantastic!