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Gainer from the balcony Swan dive into the concrete They served you venison and morphine Nobel'd you for your good deeds It's in the twelve steps Against a death threat It's like a seat belt Against a hurricane You're in the first class Against a tailspin With the dizygotic twin of god in the cockpit Ooo You try to turn it off But you're too turned on by it Ooo You try to wake up So you're a lost lamb dying on the range in the heat Soft guts waving on the vulture come and get the meat And served you television in a tyranny They Teen Choice'd you for your good grief Is it the slow stalk From the philistine Or in the wolf club Against instinct SongtexteOr in the Red Cross Against the hidebound With the dizygotic twin of god at the slaughterhouse Ooo You try to turn it off But you're too turned on by it Ooo You try to wake up But then you're over it You're over it Stumbled drunk out on the balcony Saw the moonlight in the concrete The band played "Nearer My God To Thee" Death was begging for your company Was it the Brown bag Around the Popov Or in the Six men Carrying the casket Beak of a dead dove Brocken and stomped on While the dizygotic twin of god owns the flower shop But you're too turned on by it You try to turn it off But you're too turned on by it You try to turn it off But you're too turned on by it Now you try to wake up But then you're over it Aus Songtexte Mania