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I spent a holiday alone in the dark, Trying to read the news,And I caught my shadow speaking old African languages again.Went to a party at the funeral home, Out on the city limits,Me and the skeletons were hanging around the back too tired to dance.And I thought the railroad was an old time machine, And I got on and wished real hard,And me and John we spent the day trapped at the bottom of a glass.I was reduced to a repeating line of code, Numbers in a computer,And I followed circuits to the main frame and eventually got lost.Guess I am not cut out to be, a program,Guess I am not cut out to be, a gunman,Guess I am not cut out to be, six feet under ground,Guess I am not cut out to be, anything at all.Anything at all. Aus Songtexte Mania