Running through the ruined world running through with the shabby car
Always getting together with the big question but still tight little hope in my hand
I wouldn't take any orders from anyone because I am not a house doggy
I am not a man who was born here because I am in the backside of the world
Destroy the shock waving here strongly and surely
Fire rebel before we are made like junk

Where have the really beauty gone ?
Where have the real things gone ?
We play for an ideal keep playing forever with my voice and my body and soul

I am not a man who was born here because I am in the backside of the world
Destroy the shock waving here strongly and surely

because I am in the backside of the world

Fire rebel before we are made like junk