Hard Questions Songtext
von Nerdlinger

I′m getting sick of never losing my head
And keeping calm when I should riot instead
Yea I know
I'm stereo-fucking-typical
HEY!
These diamond bags in my eyes
HEY!
They wear the cheapest disguise
I′m a ghost
Then why are you invisible?

How many spreadsheets can I explain?
How many braincells can I retain?
I saw your beacon but there's
No signs of life, and I might
Get lost in an intermittent haze
Get stuck back into my old ways
I heard your signal, but
Go figure, my Enigmas not cracking codes


Cheap thrills
A dear sweet reminder
Nostalgia's good for the health
Hasselhoff and David Duchovney
Re-runs to cure myself

I′m half glazed sitting here not listening
Rosetta Stone′s still glistening
Well here's the thing, it′s nothing new
The thought just slipped my mind
Get these frustrations off my chest
Don't choke to death on my own breath
My inhibitions well
They′re swallowing me whole

Well Moby Dick
Can't cure the fire
With desire but
Relief might do the trick
Just try to have some
Two harpoons in the gun
I can′t breath, it's respiratory
Echoing my name
I can pleade it desperately
Echoing my name
So I concede the best of me


Let's go get a drink, I′m buying
Oh yea, don′t care
Got a one way ticket to Hawaii
Oh yea, don't care
Flip off the boss as I go, I′m leaving
Oh yea, don't care
Fuck you: that′s my two week reason
Oh yea, so don't care
Oh yea, so don′t care
Oh yea, so don't care