Zeichnungen des Patienten O.T

President howls
at the grave of the H.M.V.Dog
and the newsreader
wears a sincere face
backed up by bits of skin

I'm waiting at the end of the world for the new sun
It burns more than it lights up It ignites more than it lights
and your flames trace through our veins
at the end of the world and all the heavens
will never more be divided and Hell belongs
to us anyway and why should we partition off Heaven?
The new sun
The new sun
which burns up more than it lights up

The President howls
at the grave of the H.M.V.Dog
and the newsreader
wears his sincere bone head
the jingle is beating bones