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The signs in the sky won't let upThe clouds assume the shapeOf Catholic girls with UzisAll of them on the makeAll of them out to make a millionBy the time they hit thirteenAnd it's all in the colour of the old sun settingThis brand new age of blood lettingAnd it's all in the eyes of meI'm suspicious of my wifeI suspect she left long agoI recall my finger on the button of the ejector seatBut I can't recall letting her goThe electric Christ has canonised herShe's surrounded by a chemical glowIt has to be saidIt's today's edition of the book of the deadIt has to be saidIn this worst of all possible worldsOn this planet of perpetual sorrowsI found the best of all possible girlsShe's as pure and white and brightSongtexteAs tomorrowMy life plays like Grand GuignolBlood and portents everywhereThey say they can't remove these signs from my eyesBut I suspect that they just don't careI've got a harsh new brand of aftershaveThat gives you that thousand yard stareWhy can't you get it through your headNow is the golden age of bloodshedIt needs to be saidIn this worst of all possible worldsOn this planet of perpetual sorrowsI found the best of all possible girlsShe's pure and white and brightAs tomorrow Aus Songtexte Mania