Lyrics

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