Beborn Beton

Hunting a trace to the public pools
Followed by a dozen of skaters
They drag me down, and they pull me through
And now I think I need a reanimator
Slightly despaired as I kiss him goodbye
"Sorry Boy, but I should be leaving.
Before I treat you the skating kind
I cast a spell and turn you into a beagle!"
Recovering fast I continue my way
Open the door of the building
"It`s closing today ", says the man in white
I turn around maybe they`re filming
Ain`t loosing hope, there`s still a chance
Beaching the local lido
I see 4oo grannys are drifting by
Over an aerea of 5 square meters
I feel treatment over me
This kind of treatment
And this is the end and so we go...
[ The Reanimator Lyrics ]