Stop wearing my shirts.. Stop wearing my socks.. I'm not your mother.. I can't be bothered.. You say you don't think I'm funny anymore. So you put my face in the bottom drawer..
Misdemeanors form the fantasies of life. Like holding hands with the mysteries of time. Making blood like a Joan of Arc believes. It's like I said a little love is all you need.
Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin. I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze. I said you've gone, you've gone to the dustbin. . All over the place I said murder.
Wolfgang. Wolfgang [Incomprehensible]. Wolfgang. Wolfgang. . Face the facts and don't look back. There's a hole in this middle town affair. There's a whole inquest, like a hole in rest.