Lyrics:
I know it´s all about you
It´s all about me
Working it out, yeah
That´s what it´s all about
Maybe I was wrong about it
Maybe
(ferry)
Here in the hush of evenin´
On a night in june
Overhearin´ conversations
Bayin´ at the moon
Suddenly a voice i´
He thinks he´s oscar wilde, but he´s paul lynde
Can´t say anything good about anything
He flips his cigarette with disdain
Hey, are you ready?
We´re leaving now, we´re checking out.
Hey, are you coming?
We´re ready for departure.
This ship is moving.
You´re a dead empty sexless soul
And all you have is what you buy to show
You keep on buyin´
What is shoved into your mind
Thinking all
Conspiracy is the game
That the us likes to play
Working, work a thousand ways
And still you´re only a slave
Working for your meals
was thanking my good luck
That was the moment reality struck
He bid me goodbye and quickly fled
Back to the safety of his girlfriend
And that´
Even if I am tempted I won´t apologize to you.
Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many.
I´ve started to count backwards
Well I´m a gonna raise a fuss
I´m a gonna raise a holler
about working all summer just to try to earn a dollar every
time i call my
Well I´m a gonna raise a fuss
I´m a gonna raise a holler
about working all summer just to try to earn a dollar every
time i call my
He´s thought about it for a long long time
About being attracted to his own kind
He´s ready to take those fantasies
And make them into
We´re here to tell you, ya better make way
We´re queer rockers in your face today
We can´t relate to judy garland
It´s a new
Today´s the first day for the new academy.
A life to pioneer.
We worked.
We won.
We´re moving on.
No time to take a breath now.
There´s a few straight guys I know
They wanna know who plays the women´s role
I shake my head and say it´s not like that
Some guys
to my local head shrinker,
To help classify my disease,
He said it's one of the cases of acute schizophrenia he sees.
Well the milkman's a spy,
He walks through the lower haight
With a pouch on one arm
He´s tall and slim and he moves with an animal charm
He´s a foxy dude
I´
These chains are bound to break
Haunted carousels
Blood soaked parallels
I can't find my wake
Pretty angles, Acute angels
Pretty angles, Acute
Once slept with a black-haired lad
Went up his apartment
Pretty quickly, things turned bad
Passion wasn´t his department
Too busy shoving
I´ll take you back to my home town
I´ll show you where my feet first touched ground
I´ll take tou through the streets where love
you, just like I do
They´re found what i´ve found
There´s not enough of you to go around
When your phone number came my way
It was
was less delighted
When I found that special present he left
In my pubic hair
Now it´s a crabby day, unhappy day
I´ll never forget him
When I have you on my mind
I´m always lying on my back
But when we get together
I´m unhappy in the sack
Cause all my desires
And wild
If you want to get it on
If you want to turn me on
Well it´s like this
First thing I need is a kiss
And if you want me to come on strong
If you
I know that it´s over
But I can´t believe we´re through
They said that time´s a healer
And I´m better without you
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