Tomorrow is the day The day we go away To a place we wanna stay The bags are packed For a few nasty acts With our foolish tracks The sun rises up And we go to the pub To drink till we fuck up In the back of the van Is Alex Hähn We got no plan where to goo This is our Europe Tour We play for free till we are poor The Hotel room is our saloon We smoke inside, and it feels alright The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife After the Gig We search for a kick We played too bad That the people were sick There's only one way For that we can stay Getting drunk and take the green way every day This is our Europe Tour We play for free till we are poor The Hotel room is our saloon We smoke inside, and it feels alright The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife The tooour life don't tell it to my wife