If we think back 
seven years ago 
when we were three, 
when we were young, 
thought we had been 
through everything 
but we were strangers. 
 
We created the sauce, 
we stole lamps, 
and we called John 
several times 
?cause after all 
we didn?t mind, 
didn?t mind the danger. 
 
Those happy days won?t back again. 
Now we had been through everything
Pancake Breakfast lyrics

Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
my problem's life but I don't sweat it, just 
, 
now we don?t speak too much 
about those days of glory. 
 
The people are  
not what we thought. 
We were talking 
about it before, 
but madness juice 
makes us strong 
and forget the danger. 
 
We were three guys 
and it were three months, 
and we were free 
?cause we were three, 
so you and I 
still trying to find 
just what we lost. 
 
Those happy days won?t back again. 
Now
Antiquary To Mediocrity lyrics

Birthright named osurtiers
That only God has the power to judge
Versailles' parasite
Antiquary to mediocrity

We are Versailles' parasites
Using blunted weapon
 we had been through everything, 
now we don?t speak too much 
about those days of glory. 
 
If we think back 
seven years ago 
when we were three, 
when we were young, 
thought we had been 
through everything 
but we were strangers. 
 
We were three guys 
and it were three months, 
and we were free 
?cause we were three, 
so you and I 
still trying to find 
just what we lost. 
 
Song Of The Winds lyrics

distruction [?] in the north
exploitation in the south
chaos in the east
greed in the west
where should we let our children dance
let them play, let them fool 
Those happy days won?t back again. 
Now we had been through everything, 
now we don?t speak too much 
about those days of glory. 
 
Those happy days won?t back again. 
Now we had been through everything, 
now we don?t speak too much 
about those days of glory. 
 
Those happy days won?t back again. 
Now we had been through everything, 
now we don?t speak too much, 
glory ...