Music by Hatakka-Waltari

I live on slow thinking street

that's the place where losers meet

it's easy for them to have a ball

'cos the losers think so small

It's a long long story to tell

once we lived there so well but

the smog of hatred came into our mind

the only ability we found was to bind

Slow thinking street

My body wants to shake your mind

oh honey, you can be of any kind

rock on 'till the morning comes

we will be the kings at once

Too tired to think anything

feels like a bird with a hallow wing

the only thing that comes into my head

is how to have you in my bed

Slow thinking street

Breake the fog,

      dance the beat

            stomp your feet

(my head's like an exploding balloon)