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I’m singing this song in an act of rebellion But if I wear a white shirt, will my appearance seem clean? I’ve emptied my skull of stale symbolism From my fingers I scrubbed you like a nicotine stain Craving some daylight and the sobering cold Oh‚ I have heard of that deity from a yarn I’ve been told By an elder of our tribe with the mind of a hunter He’d the spirit of a bird and the soul of an orphan He released in me wisdom and happy endorphins Wish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Wish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend So I let out a whistle‚ and my hand came a yelping, yelping Our Diana, she bathes in that there pond beyond those ditches I hear the Act of Contrition from Christopher Hitchens Sends the opium smoker off‚ off, off to the astral plane Then I move through the forest while unraveling the linen I had placed on my chiseled and the well-worn blade From her tongue and her teeth I bear the marks of a slave SongtexteWish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Being chased by this beast‚ how many young fellas died? Poets digging their trenches have been buried, buried alive By this clandestine creature with the kill in her eyes Though would Luna and Lupa both be made from the den If they gazed even once into the origin of man? Ah, would Luna and Lupa be put to the sword If they dared even once touch the origin of the world? Wish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Wish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Wish me luck, I’m in trouble, I’m in trouble again I’m in love, I’m in love with a woman friend Aus Songtexte Mania