Poison Songtext
von Hundred Seventy Split

I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines

For don′t you know that your creator is running out of ideas

I know that I might die from poison
Invisible, hanging there in the sunlight

But don't you know that your creator is running out of ideas


For don′t you know that your creator is running out of ideas

If I were you I'd be friendly to your neighbor
Be glad that he don't wanna be your enemy

For don′t you know that your creator is running out of ideas

For don′t you know that your creator is running out of ideas

I know that I might die from poison
Invisible, hanging there in the sunlight