Syntelman's March of the Roaring Seventies - d) Telephonecomplex
(Amon Düül II)
Turning up with a devilish grin
The master has shaken three big bags
And suddenly come from everywhere
Snakes and rats and big fat cats
Hunting themselves in the mirror
Now you got the ammunition
The ambition you've got too
So they tell you the direction
Save your face in time
And hide the clue
At the station I saw witches
Buying tickets with a smile
Offering to me a fool's cap
But the spell they could not say
What they've got was an apparent flash from the master
And know how to run, not to die, a-ha!
And know what to do, what to do, to get high, to get high!
Why don't they stay till the X-ray day
And fly with an unbelievable acceleration?
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