Under the world and under the life, 
Near to the [bad word] and out of time.
When the world meets a wonderful dawn,
You are near to heaven in the paradise car.

The iron stairs is going down, 
You see a tumour of the big grey town.
You feel of this city’s chaos, 
You are in the underground as in the madhouse.

Hey, we go in the yellow house!
Hey, we go in the yellow house!
Hey, we go in the yellow house!
Hey, we go in the yellow house!

April, 2009