Tentative Songtext
von McWeakerton

I suppose everything you have could turn to gold
Let′s just hope the convict in your skin wont get parole
We'll just see, until then we′ll just have to disagree
Odd sublets, the luxuries of never paying rent

Sink or swim am I getting out of bed or sleeping in
Arms asleep, I guess my fingers have been counting sheep


Hung by your toes
No one ever likes that
Nothings working for me
Scarce as a ghost
Sticking to the pavement
Trapped inside your big screen

Hung by your toes
No one ever likes that
Nothings working for me
Scarce as a ghost
Sticking to the pavement
Trapped inside your big screen
Call any time
We all saw the dog but we covered it with clothing
I wont decline
Any kind of sign or any sort of warning