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Oh, the razor in your apple, the affection of your glove The prison of your company, the snake oil of your love The heights to which you drag me, just to hurl your scorn The trumpets play the livelong day but they blow so forlorn Did you hold the hand that held me down? Did you laugh at my expense? When there's rust upon your ragged crown Who will stand at your defense? And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears And you left by the morning with all that's left to steal But every time you say farewell, there's breadcrumbs at your heels Did you kiss the hand that held me down? Was your kindness just pretense? When there's no-one left for you to clown Who will stand at your defense? But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound And on the hills that held our childhood the flowers grow there still You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will SongtexteCould you be the hand that held me down? When I was sick with common sense And now your statuettes are all torn down There's no-one left for you to lean against And ever since you epitaph was spattered on my wall No-one comes to call They can't stand the stench But I still sing your praises every time the curtain calls The burden on me falls Yeah, I alone stand at your defense Aus Songtexte Mania