Woorden: The Rolling Stones. Back To Zero.

Back to zero, So you wanna blow us all to pieces
Go meet your maker head hung down
And give him all you explanations
Go ahead -- throw down

Back to zero, back to nothing
Straight to meltdown, back to zero
That's where we're heading

It's a monkey living on my back
I can feel my spine begin to crack
I'm looking to the future
I keep on glancing back
I prefer to rot, I don't wanna pop
I think I'll head back to the jungle -- allright

Don't wanna see no big bad rumble, too fright
Back to zero, that's where we're going
Back to nothing. Right now, right now. No heroes?...

My whole life is hangin' on a thread
I'm the fly inside the spider's web
I'm looking to the future
I keep on glancing back
I prefer to rot, I don't wanna pop...

I worry about my great grandchildren
Living 10 miles beneath the ground
I worry about their whole existence
The whole damn thing's in doubt
Back to zero