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Moving in units and dying aloneBuilding a glass and glue gelatin throneStuck in familiar; in milk and in boneAnd in warningWe'll hit the sidewalk and turn on the heatLive for a moment and die so discreetJust like the clown who wore black to the beachSelling bloodPeople, looking glass people,Saturday peopleWill live one final time-To reach,(holy calabaroo!)-Shaking the whitened hand,(holy calabaroo!)Much more than we can loveHalos for maniacs bent out of shapeSongtexteStill they will circle the crystalline gatesAlong with the pirates who sailed there too lateOn a logI'll be here waiting, -for what? I don't know With hands like a fly trap and hair that won't growA mescaline freak out in an off-Broadway showIn the morningPeople, looking glass people,Saturday peopleWill live one final time-To reach,(holy calabaroo!)-Shaking the whitened hand,(holy calabaroo!)Much more than we can love (holy calabaroo!)Inches towards the beast ,(holy calabaroo!)This is::instrumentation:: Aus Songtexte Mania