Back From the Dead for the Third Time Songtext
von Sandoz Lab Technicians

Stumbling on down into the dark recesses and corners
Tripping on rusty nails and virtually unseen objects
Taking in foam boxes and old pieces of dirt and rubbish
Broken televisions, desire, galaxies chucked out on the road
Rotting in the fields of the suburbs and urban decay
Locked into your mind


Back from the dead for the third time
Waiting for the fourth
Eyeballing the countryside from the city
An old friend told me I was just eyeballing that country from the city

Cool fleet of ships sailed by and it was a cruise liner
Heavy sails on cumulus clouds
Faulty equipment, changing clouds
Video... flags waving
Another ten years and it′ll be all over for the fourth time

You'd be kidding yourself if you didn′t think the future
Was going to repeat itself again
The ships come over the horizon
Fifth time lucky