Die Sattlerei

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

I never wanted to become
Someone like him
So secure
Content to live each day
Just like the last
I was sure I knew that
This was not for me
And I wanted so much more
Far beyond what I could see
So I swore that I'd
Never be someone like him

Grüßt euch, Ich bin ***** ******** und nach zweitausend Jahren,
macht es Zack und macht es Puff, Junge ich bin wieder da!
Am Markt von Bochum-Gerte hab ich mich materialisiert,
die Leute fielen auf die Knie, denn ich bin sehr renomiert!
Ich hab gleich allen Männern in die Hoden getreten,
denn ich bin hier der Chef, los fangt an zu beten!

Meine Spitzenleistungen werden international respektiert,
Denn Vater??? hat mich persönlich autorisiert,
Ja ich bin ganz anders als ihr blöden Affen denkt,
Denn ich bin der allerklügste und ihr seid beschränkt!
Das Brot der Armen mache ich aus Spaß zu braunem Kot
Und lache mich sodann über die dummen Gesichter tot!

Oh we were born within one hour of each other.
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.
Your name is Deborah, Deborah.
It never suited ya.
And they said that when we grew up,
we'd get married and never split up.
Oh we never did it, although I often thought of it.

Rolling up tab ends that the babys collected
Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall.
Its open season on the weak and the feeble
Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury
Theres bullet proof glass in case there is trouble
No doors in the building between this side and that side.

Ive tried to wrestle some unbalanced nightmare
Tell myself over that I dont really live here
But the boys run away leaving blood on the pavement
And a little crowd gathered to watch you pick yourself up
Joining the queue at the video library
To watch ninety five minutes of simulated torture

The conference hall rings to the standing ovation
The people in blue ties rise from the podium
Crazy with power, blinded by vision
The mass-chosen leaders for a brutalised nation

So come all you jolly young fellows
I´ll have you take a warning by me
Whenever you´re out on the licqour
Beware of the pretty Colleen
She´ll fill you with Whiskey and Porter
Until you´re not able to stand
And the very next thing that you kno ho how
You´ve landed in Van Dieman´s land

Der Schaffner liegt mit einem Fahrgast im Streit.
Sein Wochenendticket hat keine Gültigkeit -
Das macht an 'nem Montag irgendwie Sinn.
Ich schau zur Uhr. Mein Zeitgefühl ist hin.