Repression’s Waltz Songtext
von Jim Guthrie

Repressed, repressed at will
Give it time
Life was meant for the living

A side for me, confess to the hills
Moon-loving old fashiond pilots

Back in a time when my voice only traveled as far as I could shout

I had to live with myself deep down


Sell the streets they′re worthless and everything in them garbage

And if I only could I'd take a bite out of this town
Spit up and pass it around

"But now" said he as he spent his last quarter
"The longer I live, the time I have left grows shorter"

Give in to your undying love for me
Im in more than I wanna be

Give in to your undying love for me