Like a love detective searching for the truth
In the underground in and out of you
It´s a self abuse you wouldn´t understand
Like a common ground in a far away land
Same old struggle but a different game
Wave another flag - use the same old f****** name
Gone all spring now the summer is here
Slasher dvd´s for the season of the fear
Dead on arrival or a part of the scene
Are we dying for survival - It remains to be seen
Slowly goes the night & it´s ringing in my ears
I smoke a cigarette as I´m floating through the years
So how can I be satisfied & face your point of view
I stagger on the edge - there is f*** all else to do
Backseat love what a filthy affair
Rise to the occasion but I don´t really care
Have you heard the news that the fat lady´s dead
Seven years in hell for givin´ suckers head
Like a love detective searching for the truth
In the underground in and out of you
It´s a self abuse you wouldn´t understand
I´m up s*** creek in a far away land
Dead on arrival or a part of the scene
Are we dying for survival - It remains to be seen
Slowly goes the night & it´s ringing in my ears
I smoke a cigarette as I´m floating through the years
So how can I be satisfied & face your point of view
I stagger on the edge - there is f*** all else to do
In the underground in and out of you
It´s a self abuse you wouldn´t understand
Like a common ground in a far away land
Same old struggle but a different game
Wave another flag - use the same old f****** name
Gone all spring now the summer is here
Slasher dvd´s for the season of the fear
Dead on arrival or a part of the scene
Are we dying for survival - It remains to be seen
Slowly goes the night & it´s ringing in my ears
I smoke a cigarette as I´m floating through the years
So how can I be satisfied & face your point of view
I stagger on the edge - there is f*** all else to do
Backseat love what a filthy affair
Rise to the occasion but I don´t really care
Have you heard the news that the fat lady´s dead
Seven years in hell for givin´ suckers head
Like a love detective searching for the truth
In the underground in and out of you
It´s a self abuse you wouldn´t understand
I´m up s*** creek in a far away land
Dead on arrival or a part of the scene
Are we dying for survival - It remains to be seen
Slowly goes the night & it´s ringing in my ears
I smoke a cigarette as I´m floating through the years
So how can I be satisfied & face your point of view
I stagger on the edge - there is f*** all else to do