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Manheim; rainy Saturday no money nor friend,
only can end the boredom.
Try to London for a pocket of hope;
we're children, we in the dark.
Hugh spends his last on coffee and cheese...
I just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and police,
middle-aged maids rotting teeth
industrial magazines and old Sunday
material/bleeding lines.
What are we here?
Memorial manace, for revenge,
has begun to our minds.
Shower-curtain in the presence of acid;
now, placid is death.
I try to hold my as the P.A. comes down...
we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never fails to grind
it drags me up/drags me
sentenses wonder 'Can this be real,
or am I a performing seal?'
Why are we here?
I walk the streets alone, try to a sign of love,
crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs,
I have bit the
but all I live for is to
and I'm tired of the nights and the
of airports, and motorway showers,
for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to in the van,
He knows we all can understand;
we're at the of the Kosmos Tour,
making a pilgrimage to the Lourdes...
but we're still here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards, I I'm getting vertigo,
I think I don't know is real.
On a more sudden spotlight, one madness is over...
I must not a sign of fear.
echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, Guess wash my clothes,
you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
maybe a servant in the Fame
stake my sane and my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my
at the fall of the curtain let be my ghost...