Die Gedanken Sind Frei. I make great big futzies. My tuchis emits blasts. Of gas from the ass. It smells of the past. But it cannot last. Dissipates fast.
This is real, this is glam. . Dance till the morning sun. Dance till the morning sun. Dance till the morning sun. Dance, dance, dance, dance. . Keep, keep walking down the line, I am waiting for you.