Psychic Stunts

Last Bottle, Lost Battle
Hello youHello you, you seem to slumberYou are staring in an empty glassHours come and hours passWhat's your name?What's your name and what's your number?You may think I'm impolite and rudeWith one intrusive attitudeBut it's the worldIt's the world, it keeps on shrinkingIt's an overpopulated placeI need to sit here in your spaceWell, it's a shameIt's a shame they keep on mating night and dayAh-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahNow I will crack a joke with youAnd you will laugh until you faintYeah, you will lose your head in combatI will sing a song for youAnd just go on despite complaintsYeah, you will lose your head in combatSongtexteIn this placeThere are far too many peopleWe could sneak away and disappearLike Freon in the atmosphereAnd talk to meTalk to me, I'll understand youI'll connect to everything you sayAlmost in a psychic wayAnd I'm the kingI'm the king of funny voicesI can imitate John McEnroeAnd some guy from MexicoOh it's a shameNo one cares for funny voices anymoreOh-no-no, no-no-no[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania