I stole some cigs from my mother, I was seven years old
Smoked them with a friend, sneaking on a dark forest road
Tricked by my brother, wonderful rush I've been told
I was a bad little boy the first time I lost my soul
I was a bad little boy the first time I lost my soul
I borrowed a guitar from my brother, I was twelve years old
Practiced all day and night, learning to play some chords
I've heard a rumor, rocking stars making gold
Was a bad little boy to rock and roll, I lost my soul
Was a bad little boy to rock and roll, I lost my soul, I lost my soul
I stole some wine from my mother, I was fifteen years old
Drank it with some friends, got drunk from top to toe
I fell from grace, to decadence I was sold
Was a bad little boy, the devil had taken my soul
Was a bad little boy, the devil had taken my soul, so low
Woke up this morning, discovered I'm sixty years old
Stories in between, the destiny remains untold
My soul is the same that little boy had done grown
I stole some cigs from my mother, only seven years old
I stole some cigs from my mother, only seven years old
I borrowed a guitar, I stole some wine, I lost my soul, I lost my soul
I lost my soul, I stole some cigs