In a distance sound of broken bell. B-b-b-blame those streets but let me say what I think... Well I used to make your dreams come true, I used to spend some time with you but now it´s gone. Time´s gonna find me another one. Pu-put your masquerade on, you celebrity whore. Paint your nails red like prima donna. Why do you wanna own my rock bandanna? Huh? Cause I´m a leader of a marching band, and you can´t call me one of your fools. The thing I really loathe is you. And the thing I hold is a whiskey bottle. Bang! Go back where you came from. Bang! And try to tell your tales mom. I´m gonna burgle into the city hall. I´ll take a feather and write on the wall: „Oh, how I loathe you!“ Wow wow wow! Someone give me a hint how not to get in trouble. I´m a leader of a marching band, and you can´t call me one of your fools. The thing I really loathe is you. And the thing I dropped was a whiskey bottle.