Inside Joke Songtext
von Lurdan

I tell myself to dream good things
Maybe a bird with golden wings
She cries to mom, her knees are knelt
It all depends on what I dealt


I don′t know what to do
Whether to fight or foo
What else is left to say?
Keep that away from me

A throat is dry, it needs a drink
It wonders what you really think
And there he goes, he's up for sale
Just pray they miss the pointed tail

Do I excel myself?
He′s only half-expelled
What do you see in him?
You ponder what's within