Bachelors Songtext
von Ben Sures

Will there always be bachelors
In fleabag motels
Learning to live
With the dust and the smell
Will there always be spoons
Left in coffee jars
Cracker crumbs on tables
Things let go too far
If I could get along with you I would
With every discourse I′m knocking on
Will the taps continue
To run too hot or cold
While you burn or freeze
Trying to gain control
I wish I was a mosque stalwart as an


Order But I'm Mr Wishy I live by the border
If I could get along with you I would
With every discourse
I′m knocking on
In trailer parks
In border towns
Once small children
Mostly hang around
Lost in comic books
Frozen food trays
Old pocket protectors
Feeding scraps to the strays
If I could get along with you I would
With every discourse I'm knocking on
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