Born in the mountains grown up in the sticks
carefree adolescence with no problems to fix
a place where nature was always my home
sitting on summits the peak like a throne
Moved to the city to make my own mistakes
to learn my own lesson what’s real and what’s fake
Inspired by misfits grown up with tradition
from the woods to urban jungle an abrupt transistion
Couldn’t ever fit in, didn’t change for the better, Mani said „Phil, man, we ll be outlaws forever.“
Outlaws forever (hey!)
Now the mountains call me to find my inner peace
and meadows conduct my soul to rest
the city’s heartbeat pumps life through my veins
slowly blurring my thoughts and easing my pain
It may take some time learning not to bother
that is neither fish nor fowl, neither this nor the other
that it’s not the place where you’re coming from
but society to which you won’t ever belong
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