Am
Grenade in my pocket, a pin in my hand
The Local sea-gull language, I can almost understand
   Dm
I'm awful resistance, not hide and not a thief
   C                     E
The lather looks up to the sky, and with having breath

The fog disovermelted, when moon moved oversee
The day availed became some, one else as fee and sea
The water have it poison, sound is dead and light is off
No getting back, not anymore, no friends in my mellow

       Am                   Dm
  We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
     C                E
  The universe are screaming May Day
  Am               Dm
  Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
  C        E
  Vladivostok Y2K

Hugging in drunken women sailors begun,
Hemorrhaging tattoos, empty bottles of rum,
Can you hear the heartbeat, knocking on the soul,
The seas on last tending near the Paris no Rome

Your digest from the sellback Century boys
Rapines of the chewing gum and pokemon toys
They sub will sleep forever but showers never near
Where in the country's pockets all the railroads disappear.

  We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
  The universe are screaming May Day
  Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
  Vladivostok Y2K