Carbrain Songtext
von The Wake

A stream
From your mouth of filth
Gave you dogs′ abuse
And I
I was so indifferent
I was set apart
And I
I was so ungrateful
Had to change my voice
Just to get a part

Once
You had the taste
Of cold lemonade
And on stage you were made


I
I used to climb that tree
You
You got the better of me
With your car brain

Fell
From a stool in a pub
Where you played punk rock
The floor
In a punk rock club
Always flattened your hair
The floor
In a friendly club
Like revolving doors
Faked your flashing lights

And
And your wave track spins
In your sore head
That's the best of things


I
I used to climb that tree
You
You got the better of me
With your car brain