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Crushed in the corridor Swimming in smoke Broken leg; aching head Tried polite conversation in braille, broken French Though my friend chews his garlic he's dead from his head to his sandles I tear at the handle and we came to a shuddering stop and we topple like dominoes, swallowed the hot tide of bread crumbs and cheap wine The cavalry dived into action with batons; knives they gave me a fine ripped the shirt off my back threw my case on the tracks saw it smashed to a fragmented mess by the midnight express from Atlantis oo-oo A manifestation of pure liquid light Never stops at the stations, it flies overnight as we crawl in a circle; the sinks overflow All the windows are enclosed and the ape on my shoulder's overdosed He rattles a can for some change then he rolls around, over in pain and wraps his legs around my ankles; I try to complain All I want is a coffee and get off this train oo-oo Aus Songtexte Mania