Text: Heideroosjes. Euronoise.

In ieder land, in elke stad, de scene die groeit actief
Als je ziek bent van de disco, dan is hier 't alternatief
Hard, wij gaan hard, dit komt rechtstreeks uit het hart
Het vuurt dat brandt, de motor draait, ja de race die is gestart
(Archi)
Hier geht's um Ideale, um leidenschaft und Wut
Was wir fühlen ist grenzenlos aber Ami-punk ist auch ganz gut
(Olly)
Se sei stanco di barriere, puoi contare su di noi
Se vuoi vivere una scena, per convincerti che puoi

Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say

Ik brul, ik roep, ik schreeuw, de longen uit m'n lijf
Ik spring, ik dans, ik feest, ga als een kogel richting schijf
(Pierre)
C'est le même message, message d'humanité
Sans chichis sans filet, sans domages ni intérêsts
(Ingo)
Wir brauchen keine Grenzen, komm, reiss die Mauern ein
Wir brauchen deinen Mittelfinger, es geht nicht allein!
(NWO)
En el Este, en el Oeste, Al Norte y al Sur
Toda Europa está cantando, sólo faltas tú

Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say

Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say
Euronoise is all we wanna play
We speak a different language but our spirit is the same
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!


A bag full of stories
A bag full of stories
It's all I have got
But I'm not unhappy oh no I'm not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, it's all I have got


17. A bag full of stories (Bonus Track)
It's all I can give
I travel to sing 'cause that's how I live
Maybe we'll make it, maybe we won't
But as long as I play, I don't care if we don't

A bag full of stories
Tales of my life
Imprisoned in music, my way to survive
You may take my money, yes, take it all
But you can't get my spirit, my music and soul

She gave me back the key to my front door
Another girl said goodbye, not the last one, for sure
I never bought her presents, I know that's bad
A fun-on-the-road-report was all she could get

From Sydney to Rome
My mind's all alone
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mind's all alone
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
To catch the bus home

A bag full of stories
It's all I have got
But I'm not unhappy, oh no I'm not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, it's all I have got

My social life sucks and I am to blame
I'm married to music, some say that's a shame
But it takes me to places no tourist will find
And even if I don't earn a dime, I'll forever remind

From Sydney to Rome
My mind's all alone
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mind's all alone
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
To catch the bus home