German Overalls
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โฑ๏ธ 7:05 duration
๐ ID: 17554427
๐ Lyrics
Mannheim: rainy Saturday with no money nor friend...
only Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
we're children, we grope in the dark.
Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
middle-aged maids with rotting teeth,
industrial magazines and old Sunday Times:
reading material/bleeding lines.
What are we doing here?
Memorial menace, eager for revenge,
has begun to bend our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
now, feeling placid is death.
I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down...
here we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never fails to grind around...
it drags me up/it drugs me down.
Seven senses wonder 'Can this be real,
Or am I become a performing seal?'
Why are we dying here?
I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love.
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs.
I have bit the fruit
but all I live for is to play
and I'm tired of the nights and the days
of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
groping for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to travelling in the van,
he knows that we all can understand:
we're at the mercy of the Kosmos tour,
making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
but we're still crippled here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards; I think I'm getting vertigo.
I think I don't know what is real.
One more sudden spotlight; one more madness is over;
I must not show a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, guess I'll wash my clothes,
don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
maybe be a servant in the Famegame;
stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost.
only Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
we're children, we grope in the dark.
Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
middle-aged maids with rotting teeth,
industrial magazines and old Sunday Times:
reading material/bleeding lines.
What are we doing here?
Memorial menace, eager for revenge,
has begun to bend our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
now, feeling placid is death.
I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down...
here we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never fails to grind around...
it drags me up/it drugs me down.
Seven senses wonder 'Can this be real,
Or am I become a performing seal?'
Why are we dying here?
I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love.
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs.
I have bit the fruit
but all I live for is to play
and I'm tired of the nights and the days
of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
groping for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to travelling in the van,
he knows that we all can understand:
we're at the mercy of the Kosmos tour,
making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
but we're still crippled here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards; I think I'm getting vertigo.
I think I don't know what is real.
One more sudden spotlight; one more madness is over;
I must not show a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, guess I'll wash my clothes,
don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
maybe be a servant in the Famegame;
stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.94] Mannheim: rainy Saturday with no money nor friend...
[00:11.26] only Tequila can end the boredom.
[00:27.17] Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
[00:34.39] we're children, we grope in the dark.
[00:47.88] Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
[00:56.92] I feel just like a refugee...
[01:06.82] Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
[01:10.48] middle-aged maids with rotting teeth,
[01:14.98] industrial magazines and old Sunday Times:
[01:18.50] reading material/bleeding lines.
[01:23.10] What are we doing here?
[01:31.26] Memorial menace, eager for revenge,
[01:38.33] has begun to bend our minds.
[01:52.86] Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
[02:00.02] now, feeling placid is death.
[02:14.96] I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down...
[02:22.65] here we all are in Ktown!
[02:32.18] The Big Wheel never fails to grind around...
[02:35.78] it drags me up/it drugs me down.
[02:39.76] Seven senses wonder 'Can this be real,
[02:43.47] Or am I become a performing seal?'
[02:48.36] Why are we dying here?
[02:58.32] I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love.
[03:08.21] I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs.
[03:16.35] I have bit the fruit
[03:19.54] but all I live for is to play
[03:23.18] and I'm tired of the nights and the days
[03:34.95] of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
[03:38.09] groping for a key in the afterhours.
[03:43.02] David takes to travelling in the van,
[03:46.28] he knows that we all can understand:
[03:50.23] we're at the mercy of the Kosmos tour,
[03:55.28] making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
[03:59.35] but we're still crippled here.
[04:43.53] Cathedrals spiral skywards; I think I'm getting vertigo.
[04:57.57] I think I don't know what is real.
[05:22.47] One more sudden spotlight; one more madness is over;
[05:30.55] I must not show a sign of fear.
[05:49.06] Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
[05:56.76] think I'll just go and take a bath, guess I'll wash my clothes,
[06:04.85] don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
[06:09.46] maybe be a servant in the Famegame;
[06:13.92] stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
[06:17.59] Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
[06:21.63] at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost.
[06:39.65]
[00:11.26] only Tequila can end the boredom.
[00:27.17] Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
[00:34.39] we're children, we grope in the dark.
[00:47.88] Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
[00:56.92] I feel just like a refugee...
[01:06.82] Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
[01:10.48] middle-aged maids with rotting teeth,
[01:14.98] industrial magazines and old Sunday Times:
[01:18.50] reading material/bleeding lines.
[01:23.10] What are we doing here?
[01:31.26] Memorial menace, eager for revenge,
[01:38.33] has begun to bend our minds.
[01:52.86] Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
[02:00.02] now, feeling placid is death.
[02:14.96] I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down...
[02:22.65] here we all are in Ktown!
[02:32.18] The Big Wheel never fails to grind around...
[02:35.78] it drags me up/it drugs me down.
[02:39.76] Seven senses wonder 'Can this be real,
[02:43.47] Or am I become a performing seal?'
[02:48.36] Why are we dying here?
[02:58.32] I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love.
[03:08.21] I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs.
[03:16.35] I have bit the fruit
[03:19.54] but all I live for is to play
[03:23.18] and I'm tired of the nights and the days
[03:34.95] of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
[03:38.09] groping for a key in the afterhours.
[03:43.02] David takes to travelling in the van,
[03:46.28] he knows that we all can understand:
[03:50.23] we're at the mercy of the Kosmos tour,
[03:55.28] making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
[03:59.35] but we're still crippled here.
[04:43.53] Cathedrals spiral skywards; I think I'm getting vertigo.
[04:57.57] I think I don't know what is real.
[05:22.47] One more sudden spotlight; one more madness is over;
[05:30.55] I must not show a sign of fear.
[05:49.06] Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
[05:56.76] think I'll just go and take a bath, guess I'll wash my clothes,
[06:04.85] don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
[06:09.46] maybe be a servant in the Famegame;
[06:13.92] stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
[06:17.59] Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
[06:21.63] at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost.
[06:39.65]