Career Blonde Songtext
von Hetta

Stowaway
Stowaway
Have you parted sea from seaweed?
Packed a nail gun, navigated?
Stowaway
Stowaway
Have you settled on a deathbed?
Words to mine? To celebrate

My funeral truce for your guillotine smile
Signed in advance on acetate
Acetate
Where′s the exit?
The antiseptic?
The wax casket wrapped in cellophane?
Incinerate! Incinerate!


Scarecrow
Hold hands with my skeleton wiring
Dead pet clothes
For a place at the fair society
Lead paint tongue
Dance through tarantula orgy
Sex-red home
Rest well and recalibrate

Forced to leave home at the young age of 47
Into the metronome
Into the metronome
Fed first and bedded last
What made you paint the grass red?
Was it the metronome?
Was it the metronome?

Hold hands with my skeleton wiring
Dead pet clothes
For a place at the fair society
Lead paint tongue
Dance through tarantula orgy
Sex-red home
Rest well and recalibrate


Stowaway
Stowaway
Have you parted sea from seaweed?
Into the metronome
Into the metronome
Stowaway
Stowaway
Have you settled on a deathbed?
Into the metronome
Into the metronome