Marsh-Mallows

Marsh Mallows

Marsh-Mallows


At the beginning only one idea 
To play hardcore in the disco town 
Some beers together with mates 
And all night was drunk away 

Lookin' for a place to play lookin' for a bed to stay 
Some doors are open wide 
And we try, to hit a fuckin' road 
In a red wagon with a instable pub unside 

Only one sound only two words 
Only the reason to play rock 
The fuckin' dreamers 
It's Marsh Mallows live 

And everytime had something to say 
And everytime we started to write this way 
And everytime we smoke our life 
It's crazy fuckin' state of mind 

Lookin' for a place to play lookin' for a bed to stay 
Some doors are open wide 
And we try, to hit a fuckin' road 
And our passion for the music push us throught the wounds 

I remember not so long ago 
Not so far away in the 1998 
Like a couple of a wild soul 
Arose from disco town 
Two words, one idea: Marsh Mallows go!