Bad Time Touch - Jan Hegenberg

What a wonderful illusion to be the king not the clown

But when you wake up it’s like they stole your crown

You got your grave in front of your eyes

Your blood runs cold and you see how a little star dies

The guilt in your eyes, the face in the dirt

The little illusion, your only light

It’s a bad time touch

You know that it won’t last forever

It’s a bad time touch

You know that it’s now, now or never

When your blame shines thru your thin disguise

And your fame’s been broken, would you lie

Just to feel your rights, and stand right tall

Although you know it’s sure you gonna fall

You know, they know, that you will never fall

So lift your gloves and like a man you will stand right tall

Yeahyeah!