Don’t wait for an other style
Don’t try to kill my fire
You wanna change my soul
Sold it to headbanger’s ball
I ran for miles and miles
For you I learned to drive
Don’t care if you’re rich or poor
You’re a bitch, I slam the door
I’m going to the battlefield
No work, no money deal
Don’t matter if I play with gun
I’m afraid to lose your love
They call me lucky boy
They play with a blasting toy
Pay attention when I talk
When I smile ain’t no joke
Don’t wanna be hurt again
I’ve enough of bad dickheads
You can even burn my house
Drink my liquor of old fruitjar
Don’t steal
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my…
‘cos I’m in love, baby
But don’t you steal my…
I love you so much, honey
But don’t you steal
But don’t you steal my fuckin’ boots
Sentence to the martial law
Wanna break down the wall
They’ve got the power here
You gotta have no fear
Their scheme keepin’ in a cage
They make to explode my rage
I ain’t a man for zoo
Except for tequila boom boom
Don’t wanna be hurt again
I’ve enough of bad dickheads
You can even burn my house
Drink my liquor of old fruitjar
Don’t steal
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my…
‘cos I’m in love, honey
But don’t you steal my…
I love you so much, baby
But don’t you steal
But don’t you steal my fuckin’ boots again
You can treat me as dirty slag
Or adore my snake in bed
You can gimme a gig in L.A.
You can even read my mail
You can take hell on earth
You can also rip my shirt
You can swim the seven seas
You can eat my sweety cheese
But don’t you steal
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my boots
Don’t steal my
‘cos you’re my sun baby
But don’t you steal my oldie shoes
Oh you drive me wild honey
But don’t you steal my heart again