Album: Qualcosa Di Nessuno

Marsh Mallows

At the beginning only one idea
To play hardcore in the disco town
Some beers together with mates
And all night was drunk away

Lookin’ for a place to play lookin’ for a bed to stay
Some doors are open wide
And we try, to hit a fuckin’ road
In a red wagon with a instable pub unside

Only one sound only two words
Only the reason to play rock
The fuckin’ dreamers
It’s Marsh Mallows live

And everytime had something to say
And everytime we started to write this way
And everytime we smoke our life
It’s crazy fuckin’ state of mind

Lookin’ for a place to play lookin’ for a bed to stay
Some doors are open wide
And we try, to hit a fuckin’ road
And our passion for the music push us throught the wounds

I remember not so long ago
Not so far away in the 1998
Like a couple of a wild soul
Arose from disco town
Two words, one idea: Marsh Mallows go!