I had hoped that everything was simple like words
in the 1st grade
But that was a 100 years ago and now you're standing here
on the edge of the bridge thinking about
what it is that went so wrong and how nobody
wanted to explain to you what to do in the dark and the cold
all of 'em told lies: mind your grades, mind your money, I did my best
Damn I looked delusional, cause what is the use
if I get blown up
all of 'em told lies
mind your grades, mind your money, I did my best
Damn, I looked delusional, cause what is the use if I get blown up
from your cradle to your school, to your work, to your grave, there's been said so much, so little thought about
Call it a miracle that you're on Earth
When nobody's listening and there's nobody you know
and why are you walking like you fit into your body, with your eyes up, so high
you're doing everything by touch, would you praise in heaven, pray for my soul
Doctoral Literature, what a fucking imbecile
all of 'em told lies: mind your grades, mind your money
I did my best
Damn, I looked delusional cause what is the use
If I get blown up
All of 'em told lies
mind your grades, mind your money
I did my best
Damn, I looked delusional, cause what is the use
If I get blown up
and if I do get on that train where some sort of terrorist
packed his backpack with a nail bomb and a wick on it
I hope to sit next to him, I'd say: what kind of shit is this
Do you think you're, the only one
who's rejected and misunderstood
who the fucks fault is that, not the people in the city, right
the truth is harsh my friend
sometimes you don't get what you deserve
no, no heaven, no, no hell
only a complicated game with half tactics and half luck
now you think I'll destroy it
and I get your feeling, I do understand
No heaven for me, hell for you
rather ending with a horror than a horror without an end
But I found something
and even dough it's a secret
I'm going to share it with you
because this is the moment
because what's the use of a secret, when you're blown up
and you know what, you better do listen now
there are more beautiful ways to play the game
there are loopholes in the laws of culture and nature
there are buses to a different life every half an hour
and even dough they look invisible
even dough they look small
there are gods at your feet on every street and every square
and every girl has a brain cell which only exist to
think about your eyes and the letters of your name
and everything you hum sings someone somewhere along
and the love of your life
sits here in de coupe
and in America, if you're out of coke, it gets filled up again
there's still so much I want to say, I'm not done blathering
I know an autist who likes trains
that's what he lives for
so let's go out the train singing in unison:
all of 'em told lies
mind your grades, mind your money
I did my best
Damn, I looked delusional
cause what's the use if I get blown up
all of 'em told lies
they say: mind your grades, mind your money
I did my best
Damn, I looked delusional, cause what's the use if I get blown up
Cause what's the use if I get blown up
Cause what's the use if I get blown up
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