Running through the ruined world running through with the shabby car
Always getting together with the big question but still
tight little hope in my hand
I wouldn't take any orders from anyone because I am not a house doggy
I am not a man who was born here because I am in the backside of the world
Destroy the shock waving here strongly and surely
Fire rebel before we are made like junk

Where have the real beauty gone?
Where have the real things gone?
We play for an ideal keep playing forever with my voice, and body and soul

I am not a man who was born here because I am in the backside of the world
Fire rebel before we are made like junk