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Panic divides petrified minds As stare through the slotted blinds Between finger and thumb I search for someone 'Cause I heard a noise in the night Was it leaves in the breeze Or crucified thieves Or was it the secret police? Who's trying to mess with me? A weary world leans on its crutch Walking down Main Street all boarded up Line up for liquor, need to feel numb Woke up this morning wantin' to buy a gun Something small and discreet Something I can tuck in my jeans When I go out in the streets The finite future is choosing the losers So who is it gonna be? You or me? (You or me) I got no peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest Songtexte Breaking bread with your empty chair My superstitious side is saying prayers Oh, depression's a deadly weapon a Wish I could believe in the clouds of heaven 'Cause then I'd know you're okay And I'd no longer have to worry If the ground is cold at night Or if the gravedigger left on a light The finite future is choosing the losers So who is it gonna be? You or me? (You or me) I got no peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest I got no peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest No peace of mind to rest Aus Songtexte Mania