wrote an x on my thigh
calling for nuclear strike
calling for treasure hunts
this heart is deep fried
meaning well not knowing
how to behave i
sure wish i was dead
mister chairman says
trust these walls while they're caving in
trust the roof, all stars and planets
saying you could be one of them
just an air raid from an eternal bed
i sure hope they
have good brunch in hell
i'll be back on bacon diet again
be back on seeing more of my friends
be back on skates round the lava lakes
dancing my ass off while i melt away
light my cigarettes on demon breath

uhu




sounds like a plan mister chairman


light my hopes of eternal death
say that without martyrdom shame

wont you

be another whisper in my head

sure wish i wont be reborn
a new disgrace
to family i threw on the coals here and there
sure was some who'd lead this life better
make brother proud and mom happy
relationships handled carefully
not squandered in air raids tyrannically
light me up with devil matches
put my cats in the daycare centre
tell them there'll be whiskas ready
yeah
dont lick that blood
from the bedroom floor
åke, cleo
no
i'm a bad apple tree
to not fall far from
there's no nutrition
in these seeds
dont you see
i'm just a man with an x
wasting blood
his kin fought so hard for