A Bad Month Songtext
von Bug Day

Strap in, backseat troubadour
You will have to ride further than you like
Carry my seasick mind
You owe me that much


Some New Age conquistador
Will plant some other flag, but I don′t mind
This is my sacred right

I could almost see you resenting this much
But I just can't believe that the landing′s that rough
Memories recede after one more bad month
Cryogenic freeze after one more bad month
Cryogenic freeze after one more bad month