I live in a village on top of the highest mountain,
At the end of a road where nobody goes,
In the land of the cold nobody gets old,
In a castle made of stones and broken bones.

I live on a rock of gold hidden in the clouds
Where you can sell your soul to rock'n'roll.
Forever looking for the perfect chord,
Wandering all alone, on and on.

Don't worry mama, it's alright.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.
I've been trading all my fears,
Now, there's no way out of here.
So don't worry mama, it's alright.

I live in downtown hell, nothing you can tell,
See how these girls they dance in their lace dresses.
Their sugar lips are red from the fine wine,
They'll give you love and hate at the same time.

I live in a mystic garden at the doors of heaven,
Nothing's forbidden if you wanna have fun.
Fly like an eagle on a living-dead bird
And crash in the sun, because you can't burn.

I live with the scroungers, the bastards, the liars, the rats,
The misfits in the pit, the parasites,
The bandits and vagrants, the ignorants,
I live with the punks and all the junks.

We are born free and out of reach,
Thousands of monsters and dreamers.
The world scares us, we scare him too,
The world hates us, he hates you too.

Don't worry mama, it's alright.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.
Even when I couldn't sleep,
I found some peaceful melodies.
No, don't worry mama, it's alright.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.


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