Piggybank
(Sascha Konietzko, En Esch)
Hopelessly retarded
Spluttering decay
Crying out the lament every night and every day
Hiding in the twilight
X-ray shades
Suffering from constipation tripping out of space
I've been recoiled into stoneage
Covetous a dream
Obnoxious and depraved
Waking up in a scream
Sleeping in the morgue
A weird effect on me
Think i lost my consciousness
Left reality
My inners circle's
Helter-skelter
Echoes lovin' ecstasy
I know I’ll find a way to live
A way for you and me
Totally addicted under detrimental spell
And if I had a shotgun I’d blow myself to hell
Let me be your piggybank for nothing but your smell
And if I had a shotgun I’d blow myself to hell
Squalid and deranged
I'm the outlaw of the king
Will never be the same again
Stuck in deadly sin
I slouch along the street
Instead of strutting down the block
I still did not recover
From that stunning cold shock
Away from phony people
Besides the way of life
I won't be blamed for loving you
I'll take you be my wife
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