Two thousand seventeen
The deal is “dead or alive”
We're coming back for good
We're gonna run till we die

No just passing trough
Like we used to do
This place is more than beautiful

Far away from roots
Close to what we do
These boots are made to walk
Back on “the” top

Two oceans from one home
No matter how long it takes
Foreigners in this world
Discovering joy and pain

No no doubts for sure
Anything but bored
This century won't fall apart
We get paid the dues
We have worn the suits
The boots are ready to go
Back on “the” top