Sign of the Crab (2024 remaster) Songtext
von The Gits

Yeah! You take me off the rollercoaster, your serial killing ways
I′m down the roller-piece, you find my bowl, that's it
You′re always taking me back to the same place
I wonder if I'm here just to take the wrap

And you can talk with your husband
But there's no torch there for remorse
We ain′t that much different
No, we′re feeding off
Feeding all the same incentives


Never ceases to amaze me the things you try to pull
Anything to get me in and then get me killed
Go ahead and slice me up, spread me all across this town
'Cause you know you′re the one that won't be found
Maybe I′ve pushed my luck one too many times
Now you've taken it upon yourself to put me back in line
Well, leave it to fear to get the message through
But isn′t that the romance that brought me here to you?

You can talk with your husband
But there's no torch there for remorse
We ain't that much different
No, we′re feeding off
The same goddamn incentives

Yeah! You take me off the rollercoaster, your serial killing ways
I′m down the roller-piece, you find my bowl, that's it
Go ahead and take me out for all you think it′s worth
'Cause I know I′m the one that won't get hurt
Don′t ruin me for what you cannot have

You can talk with your husband
But there's no torch there for remorse
We ain't that much different
No, we′re confident
We can get back on our feet again