Step right up, step right up.
If you can hear this new french sound, turn it up.
Iʼve got a great feeling, playing different styles,
In a same track men, a mix of rap and metal.

Sixteen strings, two drum sticks,
We just need a giant mosh pit.
Fists in the air, flying bodies, rock cities.
Youʼll leave this concert hall on your knees.

ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
No worries, weʼre coming in town.
ʻWanna stop ? (ʻWanna stop ?)
ʻWanna stop ? (ʻWanna stop ?)
Fuck you, we wonʼt let it down.
ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
No worries, weʼre coming in town.
If you want to party,
You can count on the BDB.

Out of my cage,
When Iʼm on stage,
I feel alright, I feel alright.
Come on and write with us another page,
Youʼll feel alright.

You think we can be tired of playing ?
Come and see. I tell you, my teamʼs not joking.
Call your friends and tell them youʼve found
A band which doesnʼt care about fame in town.

We donʼt know what will happen tomorrow,
All we know, is weʼll keep this flow.
If our dream comes true, maybe someday youʼll see
The BDB at the POPB.

ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
No worries, weʼre coming in town.
ʻWanna stop ? (ʻWanna stop ?)
ʻWanna stop ? (ʻWanna stop ?)
Fuck you, we wonʼt let it down.
ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
ʻWanna rock ? (ʻWanna rock ?)
No worries, weʼre coming in town.
If you want to party,
You can count on the BDB.

Out of my cage,
When Iʼm on stage,
I feel alright, I feel alright.
Come on and write with us another page,
Youʼll feel alright.

Out of my cage,
When Iʼm on stage,
I feel alright, I feel alright.
Come on and write with us another page,
Youʼll feel alright.

Out of my cage (out of my cage),
When Iʼm on stage (when Iʼm on stage),
I feel alright, I feel alright.
Come on and write with us another page,
Youʼll feel alright.