Tekst :

You roll your eyes
To say the least
I m all alone and I feel
That you can t be a part of this

And now you run for
These empty lights
These empty waves
To fall away
Such empty lies that you would say
(Remove sprockets from the machine)
(Cross wires touch down)
(Lights out put out the fire)
(It s right now it s a white sound)
(It s a transcendental toothache)
(You ll be feeling for miles)
(Be just like a battery might try, might lie)
(While you re breaking the waves)
(Take a break for a second)
(Words don t write themselves)

Can you take this line
And how you run away from this place
Dry your eyes bleedings insane
(Wine, dine)
(Lye and wait for falling bombs)
(Chloride and salt intake)

And I feel such defeat
Such broken lies in your home
And I feel such pain
From those beautiful brown eyes
And you reach for those words
To wait in line
And I feel such deviance leaving you now
(Might try, might lie recent definitions)
(Two in the back)
(Like a bird in flight)
(Son try to fly a kite)
(Son take him by the hand)
(Push him in the sand)
Can you taste this blood

And how you run away from this place
Dry your eyes bleedings insane
(Wine, dine)
(Lye and wait for falling bombs)
(Chloride and salt intake)

[whispering]

And you wait
For this meaning to leave
And you take
So breathe in love
And make this feeling last
Now dry your eyes
(You might have done it, fund it)

[Fatman Scoop]
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
You got a hundred dollar bill, get your hands up!
You got a fifty dollar bill, get your hands up!
You got a twenty dollar bill, get your hands up!
You got a ten dollar bill, get...

Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall
Leave the death ledger under city hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today

Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father s feet
Let the sideways rain and the crooked street remain

Leave the whimpering dog...

I m coming up man-sized
Skinned alive
I want to fit
I ve got to get
Man-sized
I m heading on
Handsome
Got my leather boots on

Got my girl and she s a wow
I cast my iron knickers...

Bend me shape me misdirect me
It s all the same to me
Look at all this useless talk
You look at me but you don t see
Understand I m a sinner
Don t corner me
Don t lecture me
Raise your...

Na tle brudnego muru
Kolejka smętnych zjaw:
Emeryt, gruźlik, baba,
W wózku wrzeszczący szkrab!
I pijak niegolony
I jego chudy teść,
Co tylko po piweńko
Chcą bez kolejki wleźć.

Nasza powszednia nędza,
Wspólna, globalna wieś
I ekspedientka-jędza,
I wszędzie, Tczew czy Brześć,
Pod biedą i niemotą
Po horyzontu kres
Nasz polski żywioł: błoto!
Tej wegetacji treść!

A przecież to Europa, tak bogata,
Poniklowana, złota – pępek świata,
Twoja...