Let’s talk about the time I had this Morticiachair in my apartment Right there in front of the living-room As an open invitation for strangers Smiling like a face waiting for a telephone-call Of a beloved feline She is in a state and it’s California She’s been there for quite a while
I got no present ! I got no present !
Drop the phone Take the plane And come back home again
She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob
By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired Like in the days, I cut myself up With a razor-blade oh nostalgia Lost myself in so many ways I didn’t know what to think of it Maybe I think too much, I don’t think so Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears Its only variation Had long and boring conversation about nothing Talked so much I bored myself to death And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable God I’m such a fool
She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob
I’ll behave won’t you shame me I’m into deep, won’t you shame me I’ll behave won’t you shame me I’m into deep, won’t you shame me
Taste of orange orange Oh Little Christ I’m in her bath tub,
Consulted Consulted Consulted Consulted
I’ll behave won’t you shame me I’m into deep, won’t you shame me I’ll behave won’t you shame me I’m into deep, won’t you shame me
She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob
Information Information I’m bored Bored Information Turn