No Caramel Custards Songtext
von Slow Joe & The Ginger Accident

A man has to make his own break
If he doesn′t get one
And if he fails he has to face
This world doesn't dish out desserts

No caramels custards
So get in your car
Put on your armor
Tighten your scissors
Fasten your seatbelt
And get ready to go far

Lord you are so beautiful
This world is yours
But definitely not mine


Sons and Daughters
You′ve been told
To make up to gold
To get your own very soul
Like little soldiers of sorrow

Lord you are so beautiful
This world is yours
But definitely not mine

So rise up
To make your own very place
To show your right better face
To build a brand new palace
In this big wild world

Lord you are so beautiful
This world is yours
But definitely not mine