Kurt Wagner
65
Before the bitching and the boreThe end of the cold warThe principles they were apparentThe bucket beside the doorThe shoulder carries moreThan the sum of all our parts togetherIt's extraneous, awareDid you say to us, I don't careThere's dust on my particularsOf that you can be certainIt's times like these when I'm aloneI miss the iron curtainOh 65Oh 65Now the trouble with hanging outIs the frequency of doubtAs it enters in the new equationIn the circus of the starsThere's the likelihood that oursIs just a cheaper form of neurosisSongtexteIt's extraneous, awareDid you say to us, I don't careThere's dust on my particularsOf that you can be certainIt's times like these when I'm aloneI miss the iron curtainThe good things they proceed to rotThe uselessness of smoking potWhen you think of thingsYou haven't got to sayOh 65Oh 65Oh 65Oh 65
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