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You wrote me a poem the day our daughter was born
It was about true love and a man that had done you wrong
And now I have got a fever and it eats me from within
And I call it sex and you call it medicine
You see, I always thought that love was like porn
No I never thought that I would have a son
So now I do the dance that they do in Berlin
And I call it sex and you call it medicine
I know it's wrong, I know it's a sin
But I call it sex and you call it medicine
You brought me your love at your daddy’s farm
I gave you kicks when you were tired
I am still the needle and you are the arm.
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The Funeral Band
03:01
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Give it up for the funeral band, they are trying so hard to play as loud as they can
They have got bottles and mikestands filling up their cars
from playing too much in to many bars
But all we got is shitty weddings, they don’t play no more. They were playing, but they are not playing anymore.
Give it up for the mom and the dad, giving away the daughter they never had
She is sick of codeine and of brothers in-law
and she is marrying a man who she has married before
And all we got is shitty weddings, they don’t play no more. They were playing, but they are not playing anymore.
In your house of fear I pull my bag of tears over you
We climb over the fence,
the weekend never ends when I am with you
Let us head down to the ocean
Let us bury my broken body under you
Take a look at that old limousine
See how it is painted in orange and green
Look at the bride and look at the groom
Look at the tide and look at the gloom
All we got is shitty weddings, they don’t play no more. They were playing, but they are not playing anymore.
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Great Book of Lies
03:20
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We go to bed with the speakers all fed up with sunshine
The room is made of sin and it is slowly giving in
to the daylight singing ”God bless our low-life”
I am satisfied with the great book of lies that you gave me
My mind seems so clear when I am sitting with you there by the oak trees. Let us crawl into the sunshine!
And your skin is pale,
but when the lights are out we look just the same
There is Joseph again with another one
another lonely man
The tables have turned, our lungs start to burn
I wish the morning soon will come
The words that you said
about the man that you met make me weary
His hands were so clean,
his smile was so bright when he saw you
He said ”let go of your eyes, now”
So please take the lead, love
My face is falling off in splits
I do not have the cure for your illness
But don’t you cry, we will find a way as soon as this wind starts to blow
We go to bed with our heads in our hands
and I am thirsting
The sounds fill me up while I am laying on top
I am bursting and I think you know you awake me
And your skin is pale, but when the lights are out we look just the same
There is Joseph again with another one – another lonely man
The tables have turned, our lungs start to burn
I wish the morning soon will come.
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”I never felt so dry - let’s swim away in my favourite ocean
My heart doesn’t beat in time
Let’s stomp our feet to my favourite rhythm”
He is coming home on a tuesday
just for being there for the children
Keep them blind, they can not know where mom is
”I think that she is closing in
Let’s run away to my favourite country
You’ll leave me if she gets home – I’ll be on my own in my favourite ocean”
He is coming home on a tuesday just for being there for the children
Keep them blind, they can not know where mom is
”You’ve got som fine eyes” she said,
”Too bad they’re going away, too bad I’m coming to stay”
”I can’t believe you’re here” he said,
”I thought you had lost my trail, I thought I had got you in jail”
And then he said ”Jesus come down and make a man out of me”
”Jesus come down! I will wait here, I guarantee!”
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