Hedonistic Graveyard Songtext
von Rob Bravery

40 Watt sound fading in the street
Spread thin on the toast rack
Bleeding chronic fatigue
Now there′s nothing I can't pencil out
Aligned prematurely with some minor doubts
It′s the perfect day to lie till I can take it down
'Cause everything's attainable
Everybody′s playing it down


On the Smith machine a hundred reps
Somewhere equidistant between life and death
Take the first laugh any chance you get
Rest up in the breakfast bar and kitchenette
It′s a fun run, kid
Don't cut yourself off at the knees
It′s only temporary
But everyone's afraid to flee

When I′m getting ready
I'll see you in the Far East
Safe house lithe in yellow skin
Crooked military discipline
Marathon man, OAP
Hedonistic graveyard vacancies