I had just stepped out of my high school shoes wondering what a guy like me is supposed to do
In the hustle and the bustle of the status quo
All the beggars seem to knock at my door
All I can see, they're needing for—Hey, you know him
His name is "Matsumoto" and he's jammin' on the guitar
Where do we go?
ONE-O-NINE-O
We have to go
ONE-O-NINE-O
I'm a slave to the world, such a tiresome trick, hanging at the guitar shop
Seem to lick the quick, and maybe half of the world would like to be in my place
Surrounded by guitars, I'm in this inner space, and to be a star, that wouldn't be so bad
Well, a spoon full of that, if even only I had to make a single impression
Where do we go?
ONE-O-NINE-O
We have to go
ONE-O-NINE-O
Where do we go?
ONE-O-NINE-O
We have to go
ONE-O-NINE-O
On every face, until it comes back around...
When we're rockin' the place, now, which will you choose?
But if you're like me, all you have to do...
Is raise your guitar #1090 to the sky...
Where do we go?
ONE-O-NINE-O
We have to go
ONE-O-NINE-O...