Music by Hatakka-Waltari  I live on slow thinking street  that's the place where losers meet  it's easy for them to have a ball  'cos the losers think so small  It's a long long story to tell  once we lived there so well but  the smog of hatred came into our mind  the only ability we found was to bind  Slow thinking street  My body wants to shake your mind  oh honey, you can be of any kind  rock on 'till the morning comes  we will be the kings at once  Too tired to think anything  feels like a bird with a hallow wing  the only thing that comes into my head  is how to have you in my bed  Slow thinking street  Breake the fog,   dance the beat   stomp your feet  (my head's like an exploding balloon)