One Day

[G]I waste my time on a [D]lazy day
[E]don’t know what to do or [Bm]what to say
[C]I’m just hanging ‘round with [G]my best friends
[C]we’ve got a band but we [D]ain’t got fans

[G]dreaming of playing in th[D]e big halls
[E]while we rehearse between[Bm] grafitti filled walls
[C]it’s only punk-rock and i[G]t’s quite fucked up
[C]still we play in this old [D]youth-club

[G]but I know
[D]one day
[E]we will be rich [Bm]punkrock-stars
[C]with bodyguards [G]expensive cars
[C]and groupies a[D]ll night long

we’ve got no money, yeah, we’re almost broke
we’ve got no label we ain’t losing hope
to live on it is so far away
but we still hope it’s gonna be this way

every day you’re telling us to quit
but we are sure there’s gonna be a hit
born to lose – but we don’t give a fuck
you can be sure, we’re never giving up

but I know
one day
we will be rich punkrock-stars
with bodyguards expensive cars
and groupies all night long