Born as a freak, a little something: No eyes, no fur, no ego Just a pile of skin and bones: Wants to be a superman
A drip, ripping off some new moves To get to the peak: If only anyone could see: It's good as it should be
Come, see the soul-hole-boy, really agitated Is he someone to be adored? Come, see the soul-hole-boy, slightly irritated
The whole story might sound a little bit odd There's more than you would have thought
No language given, every word is loot: Won't tell a lot when he is talking, only feeding his fantasy he's a neuromantic hero
He is so blind, 'cause he just can't look with his copy-and-paste-type-mind He don't know much, but it could be that you might set him free
The whole story might sound a little bit odd There's more than you would have thought
So if you should get to meet him, Give him my regards, ask him, if he knows the place where I left my parts
Recall the whole story might sound a little bit odd There's more than you would have thought
Now that the story is almost through What could he become for you?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.