gschpur wi au di letschti chraft i mir verseit Du bisch min absturz - min undergang de letschti fade wo mi hebt am?ne grissne strang du bisch min absturz
Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise, no boat's gonna row Now, you can train on down to Williams Point You can bust your
This is not a parable This is a terrible This is a terrible thing Yes, I will rhyme that After, after all I've done today I have earned my wings It
I feel like an alligator Climbing up the escalator Climbing up the escalator I feel strong I feel like an aviator pilot Thinks you wouldn't buy it I'
We live and dream about the future Please ask me out, I need to pow-wow now So through the annals of our flavored times Our heroes and all their fader
[Hook] Yo we comin' what you want and Shake your little somethin' somethin' Stop your frontin' roll that blunt and Spark it up like getting nothin' [
The kids have a new take, a new take on faith Pick up the pieces, get carried away I came home to city half erased I came home to face what we faced
Walk it back Walk it back Walk it back What, what would you have had me say Instead of what I said? Where, where would I go? How could I follow that
With the walk And the talk And the tic-tac clock With the rock And the roll And the bridge And the toll With the brilliance And the light And the sting
Hey now, take your pills and Hey now, make your breakfast Hey now, comb your hair and off to work Crash land, no illusions, no collision, no intrusion
So over me, so pie in my face So talk to me Tell me where to place this In my Quasimodo heart That's where I slipped and fell I rang the church bell
Hey baby, this is not a challenge It just means that I love you As much as I always said I did I was wrong I have been laughable wrong Sandpaper, paper
With the restraint of New Order covers Young marble giants, I sat quietly waiting For someone else to make the first move Someone has to make the first
I would dare you but I know I don't need to You're going to do just what you want to You're going to take the leading chair at the fairground You're going
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Days of no horizon Claustrophobia Conditioned air Don't crash - no flowers for you Don't crash - no regrets Gushing waters Forcing it down Days stars
Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the
