singin' in their skates.
I don't want, I don't wanna touch her
I don't wanna stay.
They look fancy, they look happy,
like plastic made.
trashin' hard, like rock'n rollin'
but they are actin' this way
these things we used to like in 1988
like everybody, wearing astonishing and crazy hairs.
Someone wants to go back,
someone wants to forget,
someone wants to leave it,
but I just wanna say:
lalalalalalalalalalallala..
What else could we do,
if they are everywhere?
shiny clothes and platform boots
were cool these days.
Cocaine parties and hazes of color
will never repeat again.
Horny bitches showin' too much
what others can't
