wasn't in a lake, deep water,
This wasn't under falling rain
This wasn't in a mental corner
You've slept away the time in vain
Wasn't it the pidgeon killer?
Wasn't it the calling sinner?
Wasn't it that trust in blind,
In that you never change your mind.
It's written on the greatest building
Many wishes for a grey new year
If you've following the lonesome highway
Prepare for war, that's what you hear
Isn't it the frontier honey?
Isn't it the lovely money?
Isn't it the brand new car?
Ride on and take this pretty far.
time is passing by
It has gone away to shine
Are you ready to leave
Cut the borderline
living in a red world thunder,
We're living in a suitcase blind.
We're living on a passport island,
You pay for easy customs sign.
We're visitors not bolder
need humor for peace
Giving nature a cold shoulder
And can't forgive with a kiss.
& Musik: Markus Maria Jansen & Mike Pelzer
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