Chicago Oranges Songtext
von Tripmaster Monkey

Off the shelf, grab an orange, this day is cold
Working for some time, all these dreams about the time
Honest tricks as honest moves
Bitter at the core, even bitter acts are better than the source

Off the coast where mullist grow
Holland sends a tidal wave to level out the shore
Panic finds the people there as solstice wakes
If all of them could hide, maybe that would get the image to subside


All that′s heard through all the shoutings
Conversations turn, wander in and out of every ear

Off with all that's known till now, you′re far enough away
You're high enough to see the orange you're eating on that day
It starts singing through a clock
Bitter tasting fruit inside the system causes dreams about the end

It′s not the end for all the shoutings
Scraping in and out of every single person
That′s been on the ground for any time
The more you get, the more you want to know