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Voice 1: "Once when I was a little bit after, you know, after a good cigarette of hashish..."Voice 2: "Uh-huh."Voice 1: "... I was crazy enough, you know, to make myself, I was wearing this Egyptian galabia. I went in the most holy mosque, this is the most holy place in Egypt called Al-Hussein mosque, Al-Hussein, and I prayed with the Muslim people over there. I was scared to death that they would find me as a Jew, you know, trying to fake as a Muslim and praying. Well, there was thousands of people in the mosque, and I was on the ground, up and down, on my what-what on the what-what, you know, I was all, you know. All my head was full of hashish..."Voice 2: "Ahh...!"Voice 1: "... And, you know, my spirit in heaven, and I'm praying with the Muslim people. I tell you, this is a very real, uh, religion that create a lot of big trouble. You know, from all of this, you know, kneeling down, up and down, up and..."Voice 2: "Uh-huh, heheh..."Voice 1: "... You have to watch yourself, you know, so I did whatever I saw the people doing. So I succeed to survive this service and came out, you know, and I, uh --"It takes a real long long way way down when you stumbleit takes about a day and a half when you call me and you stumbleI got a complete curse now that its over and you stumbleDon't make me steal all your vital organsthey'll make you squeal if you refuse to let them indon't make me steal all your vital organsyour safety can be compromised againAll the vestments you denyare mocking all the cheatsbeside the nest egg you do hidewhen nothing plays for keepsAnd I warned you of the coming scriptthe play without her scenes won't quitthe sails that set are static peltsof wet hail timpaniesSongtexteThe time that you take to appearin the presence of othersis just the same time that it takesto untangle my dementiaDon't let it be late this time if the breach starts to crumblethe thing that you made has risen neatly from its slumberDon't make me steal all your vital organsthey'll make you squeal if you refuse to let them indon't make me steal all your vital organsyour safety can be compromised againAll the vestments you denyare mocking all the cheatsbeside the nest egg you do hidewhen nothing plays for keepsAnd I warned you of the coming scriptthe play without her scenes won't quitthe sails that set are static peltsof wet hail timpanies Aus Songtexte Mania