Escape From Promille Hill

Now that all friends are gone
Any intruder’s welcome
When everybody’s said their goodbyes
We’re on the move and we will arrive
And we don’t have to stand
Wherever we have to stand
And we don’t have to stand
Whatever we are supposed to stand
Loving embrace, the pressure is on
The entrance is closed and the exit is gone
Soon we will be, soon we will go
Where nothing sucks and nothing blows
And we don’t have to stand
Wherever we have to stand
And we don’t have to stand
Whatever we are supposed to stand