Do you remember?, across Europe on a train.
Even though I'm happier now, I always long to go back anyway.
You've heard it before, everyone has told you.
That will never go, they'll never make me say that about my
Punk dreams, punk dreams.
Punk dreams of red wine and black jeans, punk dreams.
Under the full moon, In the Czech Republic-ko-ko- slovakia i saw a man walking home,
Hand in hand with my best friend.
I have sold my soul, he paid me better.
It was on the way home, and the way home is way too narrow.
Punk dreams, punk dreams.
Punk dreams of Berlin and anarchy, punk dreams.
Remember?, across Europe on a train.
Although I am happier now, always longing to go back anyway.
Punk dreams, punk dreams.
Punk dreams of red wine and black jeans, punk dreams.
Punk dreams, punk dreams.
Punk dreams of Lou Reed and heroin, punk dreams.