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I can think of nowhereI would rather beReading morning papersDrinking morning tea.She clutches the trayAnd then we talk just like a kitchen sink playNothing ventured nothing gainedLiving so close to dangerEven your friends are strangersDon't count upon their company.Places for the fingersPlaces for the nailsHidden in the kitchenRight behind the scales.What do I careI'm wasting fingers like I have them to sparePlugging holes in the Zuider ZeePunishing Paul for PeterDon't ever trust those metersWhat you believe is what you see.In my town, there is a raincoat under a treeIn the sky there is a cloud containing the seaSongtexteIn the sea there is a whale without any eyesIn the whale there is a man without his raincoat.In another countryWith another nameMaybe things are differentMaybe they're the same.Back on the trainThe seven soldiers read the papers againBut the news it doesn't changeSwinging about through the creepersParachutes caught on steeplesHeroes are bornBut heroes die.Just a few daysA little practice and some holiday payWe're all sureYou'll make the gradeMother of God if you careWe're on a train to nowherePlease put a cross upon our eyesTake me I'm nearly ready you can take meTo the raincoat in the skyTake me my little pastry mother take meThere's a pie shop in the sky. Aus Songtexte Mania