Brother Roland Songtext
von Pickwick

In the channels of my dreams
All my greatest future hits
I sit down to a plate of nothing
In the pit hole of existence

I know
It′s not even a word
My name
It means nothing


I go to die, you're telling me lies
I go to war, like a fool
My cells are shaped, like a moon
All I can do is cry

Can I really sing?
I′m standing three steps from the altar
I'm sitting by the window
As they come looking for my brother

The pusher ain't nobody′s brother
All I can do is sit down and cry

A baby is to be loved
I′ll watch your baby
I could use the money