I can not sleep, while you hide in the skins of saints and virgins Cunningly, you've again betrayed us all Oh I know, my time is wasted by this hatred
Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts But we don't know the credit-card's corner's cut. Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills
Here I lay in a crashed car No-one knows when I've left Here I lay, staring at stars But I know their just satellites The first aid kit It's useless
A time to raid A time to conquer The buses without passengers Push it in, Pin-cushion queen Bleed red like no-one's ever seen Now give it every single
Spitting teeth you know you've won Just another punch and you'll be detonated You never learned to back up and run Just another push and you'll be dislocated
We need a screaming headline We need a hook for the storyline, Honey I never thought it could go so wrong But I was young and I needed the money I didn
I forgot to call The matches need to dry We need batteries for flashlights We're waiting by the phone Sharpening the knives Make sure you lit the fuse
Just one more round and we're out of this place Wish us the best of luck We'll leave without a trace There's a saying: Dead or alive I heard them saying
I've been trying to shape up Shape up and raise hell But it's so hard to wake up 'Cause baby, I ain't well This is my head exploding from the weight
I want to take you to my hotel-room And show you my collection of stolen silver-spoons I want explosions every single day Just give me a minute and I
They took you bodies Now we gave our souls They bought our minds And now we're broke The air makes my skin turn pale But I can feel you on the Ritcher
There's something strange about the way the tap-water tastes Making speeches for the walls gets harder with every phrase I woke up and everyone had gone
Let's not spill the truth It's easier being alone You're a shadow of the old And I want something new You've quit dreaming again I can see it now clear
Yeah you cooked his dinners You raised his children and still He's not satisfied He says I rather switch with you You don't now hard it is To work from
All of these ghost towns I keep travelling through All of these traffic signs and lonesome bars blind the view I swear I can be better I could be more
I wish I could believe in something bigger More than these trees, these winds, these oceans I wish I could believe what they tell me I saw, I saw, I
I met up with the king He confessed his body was burning I met up with the king His body had begun to rot And he said don't think less of me I'm still
When I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That?s what I?ll do, throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to
