Charisma Reality Stomp Songtext
von Ferocious

Your book′s not responding, you're glad that it′s dead
Your body's expanding in a suit with no head
The Marquis is saying he's the stick, you′re the drum
He gives no sign of reason, you′re afraid that his season has come
In a room that's adjoining you′d kill for a drink
From the dark and the brine you step back from the brink
And a voice that's been crying for 96 years says, "If there′s
Really no danger, then why is this stranger in tears?"

Now the boys are arriving from their ball skills and flaps
And their psychotic roommates with their fugitive cracks
You've escaped to be someone that′s no one at all
You have nowhere to crap and you're conscious that that is not all
Now the boys are performing like dogs in a cart
Every sound is avoiding a state of the art
Even odds for adventure, 10 to 1 you get paid
And it's sleeping with others on bedding where lovers have laid


Agnes is bloodshot, is it sadness or greed?
A technician thinks lighting, a dealer drinks mead
The band has its merit, the singer has too
She hangs her exhibits and soaks up the plaudits
From whose who are whose who are whose
There′s a voice in the mirror with the voice of your dad
You′re a big disappointment, did he bring you up bad?
God's in the toilet with Abel and Cain
He smiles like a Buddha and says that you should′ve saved Jane

Like a movie this brings on the smell of the bong
Are you diving or driving with the stars of Hong Kong?
Are you clowning or drowning one night in your life?
A song you recall
Through you a lifeline you were free to be no one at all
You wait for a sentence without any sense
Proof of a truth of no consequence

A wiry half-hoper runs out of breath
He comes to slow traffic it's one way to get himself fed
You roar when you′re smelling of sex and of gum
You have no act to sharpen, you're a carnival bum
You rejected all bribes and your act is so thin
You abandon all romance and accept the advances of gin
You believe a belief and you don′t all the same
An old superstition you don't give them your name


But when a man with charisma buys a hall, you drive there
Like vermin, fully determined to have yourself a ball
Now they're out of kindling and lemons and lime
We are our own foundlings, we will orphan in time
Your land has no title, your kitchen no shelf
A man′s half a man when he′s keeping himself to himself

Good riddance, get well soon, life rubs, God abides
Good feelings of forgery patched up inside
The PM regrets war is on, he increased the red line
And pillage of a wealth of his village called cease

There's a kid selling roses
A kid selling roses, you give her five bucks
And she says as she poses before five passing trucks
Your life kills a stranger and robs a man blind
I don′t want to be kissed, I don't want to exist in your mind
I don′t want to be kissed, I don't want to exist in your mind