She said: What about all the promises
What about all the things that we build in the sky
And he said: Smiling grow up little child
Can't you see it ain't the way the world goes round

I'm getting nervous, I'm biting my lips
And I will be your rider of the apocalypse
And all the bars are filed with crowds
Sounds of laughs and cheerful shouts
Friday 13th no way out

And I refuse to be a part of those who simply give it up
I'd rather give my all then just give it up
And I refuse to be a part of those who simply give dreams up
I'd rather give my all than just give it up

And she said: What about all the promises
What about all the things that we build in the sky
And he said: Smiling grow up little child
Can't you see it ain't the way the world goes round

And I refuse to be a part of those who simply give it up
I'd rather give my all then just give it up

A band is playing their last song
It's all quiet at the western front
And all we dream is what we want
And all we want is what we are

And I refuse to be a part of those who simply give it up
I'd rather give my all then just give it up
And I refuse to be a part of those who simply give dreams up
I'd rather give my all than just give it up