We are the rad boys Driving a thousand miles for a shitty show in a slum Our last bounds are grudge, resentment, reproaches only left unspoken We're just a bunch of losers with no luck, no girl, no friends anymore One's missing, one's lying, one's sleeping, one's sick We are the rad boys Punch-up scenes, broken glass, sickening smells in the car We're getting fucked by corrupted customs, over and over again We're just a bunch of losers with no smile, no laugh, no friendship anymore One's drunk, one's high, one's driving, one's gone We're pretty tired, we're pretty fed up We're going down, we're getting fucked up We are the rad boys