Think back now when we were young There were always tears at the birthday party You know how children can be So cruel That's how it starts, but What
?Hallo, Klaus? Ich gebe ?ne Party Nachsten Samstag Abend um neun. Kommst du auch zur Geburtstagsparty ? Ich lad? dich herzlich dazu ein.? ?Hallo, Bernd
Think back now when we were young There were always tears at the birthday party You know how children can be so cruel That's how it starts But what if
Too late it's my birthday You're not here, you're not there Called you to tell you how much I care Don't you hear me? I need you near me I've set a place
So It?s been three years, since I?ve opened up my ears just taking me in everything I see. And in around three weeks I?ll be packing all I need, just
I didn't see you standing there You took me by surprise In your long silk dress And those deep brown eyes I was captured by your smile But when fate put
unwanted child Price of love, Pain to pay For a quick visitation in the hay A reign of love That stank of death Nowhere New Jerusalem No Festival of
Right Big Jesus, soul mates, trash can Well, it's a fucking rotten business this Both feet in the bad-boot Lie stiff in the crypt, baby, like a rock
Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm Smothered in mud at the foot of the river The color vague is slapped around stupid Blood dries to a very dull
When you walk outta here When you walk out I gotta fill up that space Or fill up that no space I'll fill it up with tears I'll fill it up with tears
Dead Joe Joe, Joe Joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead Joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead Joe Oh, welcome to the car smash Oh, welcome to the
The woods eats the woman And dumps her honey body in the mud Her dress floats down the well And it assumes the shape of the body of a little girl Yeah
Blast off Wham bam This time it's the truth This time nothing's gonna fall on through These books are broken up Blast off Wham bam Right off the shelf
on this European night out on the brink the cafes and the bars still stink the air is much too thick for seeing but not thick enough for leaning I leave
gun wears his alcoholism well finger in bottle and swingin' it still from Bed to Sink and back again clock is crawlin' round the same he's bustin' clock
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl she: lying through her teeth, him: on his back hands off this one, hands off! she cried grinning at
Well, this is true Oh, this is true It's true Mister forever said Nothing said, I can sing Hit it and make it a dead one With words like, with words