Question is why you’re out of my reach, lord Please, can I have a bit of sunshine in my window Why it is raining? Why it is snowing? Give me an answer
What if I never wrote down my concerns? It would make me a nice big roll of toilet paper I never met with good intentions But I always run into bastards They spread their arms, holding knifes Our daily tiny violent fights
So many times of phone calls, I see your flesh rotting on the telephone Some problems lie waiting in the washbowl But too many times of phone calls Little time left for heroes nowadays Spent my time running through halls My dignity had left me years before And it never returned, and will never return I am preserving the honor of my king this honor fell straight on to my shoulders the knights are used to corporate pace But they all seem to forget how to work as a team
It’s all thanks to my clear brain Some toothbrush, ten push-ups and minutes in vain
I stood up early this hollow night Oh I appreciate your intention to fight The unmannered genius carries my face away My watches always show me my minutes in vain
And if I had some luck for lunch But even this is not on my menu As you deliver a deadly punch Our meeting requires a better venue We never change our pace While making our daily haste Maybe there are more ways But so many phone calls Because I am starving, We are starving to death I thought you have time for, But it is always too late And yes, my favorite show starts at ten o’clock It is called simply mind and matter conflict
Starving to know who will pay more But again, who cares Because my sympathy Is cheaper than your mom
So, lord, is there a nice big u-turn for all of us?