Bohemia's Mountain ViewI'm sitting on a mountain, no trees on it
Passing memories, amusing a little bit
The world down there is beyond repair
If politics would only care!
People struggling, day in, day out
To make their kiddies sprout
Have something to be proud about
But at the end of the day get knocked out
Is it really what they were looking for?
Pressure, stress and nothing more?
The weak will always be the slaves
Constantly digging their own mouldy graves
Mentioned in a funeral oration
Full of appreciation
I don't need no marble stone
I feel free as Bohemia and lazy bone