Burning newspapers Flying through the wood Red colours behind your eyes Going home with one cured leg Only the fallen head is nice Party in the cemetery Dancing with a ghost Smoking marihuana So long till I'm lost The voice spread her wings Flying the loves of a day I can read it in a cup of coffee Don't throw the question away Never thinking of god Who pills the nails out of my heart The first thing you should do Is laughing the hole day like a hat When I go to hell With a rose between my lips I know for sure That the cake will set on fire