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Starve for there's no lack of money Thrown every coin in the well Fired for a speech, an impertinent lecture Jumped 30 stories to tell Save up for life in the fast lane You put your Mercedes for sale Spent too much time in glamorous states Woke up in your living hell While you wait Its ready for you It's a bad time What you've aske me to do Superstition And the mirror you broke All of these feelings are simple Search for a mid 801s Buick 12 minutes South Santa Fe Talked of the Celtics mixed up Tom Collins Never has nothing to say Wakes up high soide to an ashtray Behind an abandoned hotel Starved for some luck And more starved for attention Late for your own funeral "In this concubine of countless nights Reach for fullfillment and release SongtexteCut down to size under the shades of anger, pity and confusion Orange luminescent pain Suck it up and suck it in kid Superstitious and judicious Consequences are profound in litigation In the letting out As we turn in a circle Look are at yourself You could've been aborted Feel blind, live blind, power, bleeding, fallen crime" Aus Songtexte Mania