Winter ’99 our first tour aheadHitting the road weather sucks beer is supposed to be coldThank god for inventing the cold box for cigarette lighters.Inspector Gadiz is rocking the steering wheel.Our first gig sucks people are boring. It’s up to themAt least we get drinks for free.Posting stickers to the toilet as we did a hundred times beforeGoing to bed – Gadizo’s spirit will protect us.Feeling down once more but he’ll stand strongLike a thousand times before spending comfort to us.Living is easy so hush baby don’t cry no more.Days pass by two shows are cancelledNo one knows we are on the wayAttempted suicide fails – our booker’s breakdownWe’ve got nothin’…got nothin’to lose but money no no noNo gigs, no audience no place to sleepBut we drink for nothing every day.(free?)