now, let's talk about the time

i had this morticiachair

in my apartment

right there in front of the living room

as an open invitation to strangers.

(a cold machine might show)

smiling like a face

waiting for a telephone call

of a beloved feline

she is in a state and it's california

she's been there for quite a while



i've got no presents (x2)



drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5)

she knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2)



by the time of my second car crash i got totally wired

like in the days i cut myself up with a razor-blade

oh nostalgia

lost myself in so many ways

i didn't know what to think of him

ah, maybe i think to much, i don't think so

fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears

it's only a variation

had long and boring conversations about nothing

talked so much i bored myself to death

and the more i talk, the more i turn into a vegetable



god i'm such a fool



she knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)

i'll behave won't you shame me |

i'm into deep, won't you shame me |(x2)



taste of orange

orange

little christ

i'm in her bath-tub, consulted

consulted (x3)



she knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)

i'll behave won't you shame me |

i'm into deep, won't you shame me |(x4)



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i'm bored !

bored !

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