She`s kinda cool / Like Third Reich paraphenalia / I gave her bullets / And blades / I gave her whips and chains ItA's cool to sleep in a witch house
government to you head, yeah 'Cos it's time to settle the score The poor can't take no more Babylon rotten to the core The shitstem run by a whore We
I'm all alone Everybody's gone Then it's the real me Right? And if you found yourself To be like no one else Who would that no one be And if you blew your cool
/ Pure white noise between my ears / A clean white thing / In the corner of my vision / Loaded with apple wine / And turkeys stuffed and cold / With a cool
the way to the sea / Would you go with the whispering wind / Disappear silently With no goodbyes / Leave it behind / Closing your eyes / In a cool
