Monday, 27 July 2009


Our days are over
Our range, quality assured
I enter the sanitized
World of Austria, push the
Colour of Canada
I observe the fitting room policy
Saudumm
Anyway, Nicht soviel Geld
Nicht soviel Geld anyway
Okay mate...
A kiss and a cuddle
Echoed guffaws
This place, here
Needs special effects
Needs Wire-fu
Needs a girl
And this girl can talk, needs
Good ears, needs toasties
She is M60, she is slow lane
Little she knows of
My hitting the gas
Overtake, undertake
Everything but partake
You know what?
I am the good father
Of that child
I feel Johnny's pain
I will sweep floors until
The heart thunders and
The spleen succumbs
To the sorrow
To the drifter
To the regulation

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