[Refrain] Glaub mir es ist nichts so schon, nichts so schon auf dieser Welt Denn wir warn schon uberall nichts ist so wie Bielefeld Ihr konnt machen
: [Refrain] Glaub mir es ist nichts so schon, nichts so schon auf dieser Welt Denn wir warn schon uberall nichts ist so wie Bielefeld Ihr konnt machen
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh I woke up and called this mornin' The tone of your voice was a warnin' That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep
Instrumental (except for Incoherent Babbling and occasional Screaming)
We wrote a prelude To our own fairy tale And bought a parachute At a church rummage sale And with a mean sewing machine And miles of thread We sewed
Been on another level Since you came No more pain Look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're up and now You can stay You can stay But you belong
Four skulls in a square of bushes Fireworks now and all were wed They loved and walked and fed on garbage Moved pool tables with bad backs Since I hurt
It's out of my hands, And all I can do is wait, It's the not knowing that has put me in this state, The minutes feel like hours, The tension is too great
Charlie Brown had a big block head wore a stripy sweater everyday Tried to kick that football but Lucy always pulled the mother fucker away Flew a kite
Do you know Tony Montana? Rode a boat here from Havana, Scar from eating pussy lines his face. Finds a day job washing dishes, Hates his life, he only
Dear diary, today was a good day Papa and I picked wild flowers Mama joined and we lay in the sunshine Then we sang and danced for hours I know tomorrow
Dear diary, today was a great day Bought myself a brand new horse She?s strong and fast and so very beautiful and just a little wild of course I know
Dear Diary Today was a fine day I got the music in my soul I'm writing songs and making records I feel my life is finally whole I can't wait to tell my
Dear Diary Today was a grand day Took a bath, had a spot of tea Did the New York Times crossword puzzle Listened to a symphony I think I'll go for a leisurely
Wanna have some quality time with my son So I brought him down to the fishin' hole Didn't like the feelin' of that worm in his hand Got mad, threw
Come, fair lady to my bed, we go, And verily sweet pleasure?s we shall know, Yet, where thy belly meets thy limb, I beseech thee give a trim, For thy
I call you from the car to say ill be there in a while A short plane ride and i will get to see your pretty smile Theres nothing on the radio- I fiddle
I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak