Sometimes you can’t cope with life,
you think there’s nothing you can do.
The whole world seems to be caving in and burying you.
All the hatred and the hypocrisy, the punishment of truth,
the sickness and the cynicism, that strips away your youth.
If you could find a crack in this faceless wall
and push your fingers through,
your hand will touch another hand ’cause I’m buried here, too.

Come on! Let’s join up!
Let’s rise out of this dirt,
escape from this oppression, this anger and this hurt.
The ignorance, intolerance, stupidity and lies,
spreading like a virus and ruining our lives.
All we need is honesty to push away this night,
let’s hang on to our innocence and hold each other tight.

And we could cure ourselves if we believe it’s possible,
let’s lie down on this couch and make ourselves more comfortable.
We’ve come to the oasis that we’ve both been searching for,
so let’s lay down our weapons and forget this stupid war.
We’ll listen to each other, our wounds will start to heal,
it’s starting out as role-play, but it ends up being real.

I heal you,
if you take care of me.
And we lose ourselves
in soul therapy.

We’ll dive into our deepest fears, delve into our souls,
we’ll face up to our nightmares until the fear dissolves.
And when you meet your enemies, I’ll be there by your side,
from man or god or devil you will never need to hide.
All we need is honesty to push away the night.
Let’s hang on to each other,
let’s hold each other tight.

I heal you,
if you take care of me.
We lose ourselves
in soul therapy.

I heal you,
if you take care of me.
And we lose ourselves
in soul therapy.

And we’ll find ourselves
in soul therapy.

Another boring Saturday in another boring week,
I needed something to wake me up and make my life complete.

I had some stuff I’d been saving for a special occasion.
I took one, then I took one more, my head blew up like a bomb.
My room started spinning around, I fell down to the floor,
I lay there for quite a while, then I crawled towards the door.

Hanging on to the handle, I tried to get off my knees,
The door opened and the hallway morror was right in front of me.
My face was hanging there like it belonged to someone else
and I could see all the bits of me I’d been hiding from myself.

There’s no escape,
no escape for you.
There’s no escape,
no escape from me.

Another boring Saturday in another boring week,
but now it seems so far away and I’m too fucked to speak.

Wish I could have another boring day, but I’m stuck with this instead.
In the hallway with a frozen face and these questions in my head.
I close my eyes and turn around, I try to break the spell –
I reach out for the front door, and I leave my private hell.

I get outside and I walk around, waiting for my mind to clear,
but every window that I look in… I see the same face appear.
And everybody walking down the street is wearing the same face, too.
Now they are all staring at me and there’s nothing I can do.

There’s no escape,
no escape for you.
There’s no escape,
no escape from me.

This is your face speaking,
you’re one face in the crowd.
You know there’s no escape from me,
you’d better face it now.

I am he as you are he
As you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I’m crying

Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation tee-shirt
Stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky
See how they run
I’m crying…

Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog’s eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob

Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don’t come
You get a tan From standing in the English rain

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob

Expert textpert choking smokers
Don’t you thing the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snied. I’m crying

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna
Man, you should have seen
Them kicking Edgar Allan Poe

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob…

What is it? Sounds like a hit,
keeps buzzing round my head.
Brings a swing to your hips, a smile to your lips,
but it makes me see red.

It’s good when you shop, makes your heart-rate drop,
worries drift away.
You don`t have to listen to the silence,
that’s what you really hate.

There’s a little melody ringing in my ears,
sounds so peaceful and so sweets, soothes away my fears.
There’s a hopeless happy song burrowing in my brain,
it tears my heart to pieces, it’s driving me insane.

Can you boogie to the revolution?
Can you shimmy to the holocaust?
Can you tap your toes to your troubles and woes?
Can you join in with the words?

It’s unconditional surrender,
it’s the bland leading the blind.
It helps you find your way through the dreary day,
but it’s making me lose my mind.

There’s a little melody ringing in my ears,
sounds so peaceful and so sweets, soothes away my fears.
There’s a hopeless happy song burrowing in my brain,
it tears my heart to pieces, it’s driving me insane.

Before we even met I had been waiting for you,
we laid eyes on each other and immediately knew.
Behaving like two bandits, in a world that’s going straight.
They’re weak, we’re strong; we’re right, they’re wrong,
they can’t stand in our way.

Lay your head upon my shoulder,
it’s so good to know you’re there
and we’ll feel like Bonnie and Clyde.
This town’s too small, let’s steal a car
and drive on out of here
and we’ll feel like Bonnie and Clyde.

Our faces on the front page, we’ll be public enemies,
we’ll live our lives like outlaws and we’ll steal what we need.
We’ll rob some banks, gun down some cops, make off across the fields.
Our love will just get stronger with the whole world at our heels.

Lay your head upon my shoulder
it’s so good to know you’re there
and we’ll feel like Bonnie and Clyde.
They can hate us, they can hound us
we won’t even care
’cause we’ll feel like Bonnie and Clyde.

One day they may corner us like rats in a trap,
but can anybody else say that they’ve never felt like that?
Some get scared and some get mad and some just run away,
but we’ll shout „death or freedom”, go out with guns ablaze.

Lay your head upon my shoulder
it’s so good to know you’re there
and we’ll feel like Bonnie and Clyde.
Our love will be like dynamite
exploding everywhere
and we’ll feel like Bonnie and Clyde.

Just lay your head upon my shoulder
it’s so good to know you’re there
and we’ll feel like Bonnie and Clyde.
Let them chisel on our tombstones
the names they learned to fear:
Here lies Bonnie, there lies Clyde.

She’s drawing pictures of herself
and giant-size men in a Liliput world.
She knows some stories, but never tells
of all her haunted adventures.

Because the big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he’ll blow down her fairytale world.

Now safely in her mother’s arms,
her tears are like diamonds that roll down her cheeks.
She’s afraid and she’s ashamed,
but the spell is so strong, that she just cannot speak.

The big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he’ll blow down her fairytale world.

She is so shy, just like a deer
and when she scens danger, she knows she must hide.
In the forest she’ll disappear,
away from those sharp teeth and piercing grey eyes.

And the big bad wolf
will never find her here
or fill her small heart up with fear.
And she will never ever
breathe a single word,
she’ll stay in her fairytale world.

She will never ever
breathe a single word,
she’ll just stay in her fairytale world.

There’s a fly buzzing round inside my head
and it can’t find its way out.
Crawling here and there not getting anywhere,
I can feel it panicking now.

As it follows a bundle of nerve fibres
down the temporal lobe to my spinal cord.
Backs up to the pituitary gland,
flees to the forebrain, turns again…

I can feel each footstep like a punch,
my eyes explode with pain.
As it makes its way up my optic track
then pauses and turns again…

It probes my hypotalamus,
blunders round my cranium.
From the tectum to the tegmentum
stretches its wings, then turns again…

Until it reaches the control centre,
that tells me that I’m me.
It burrows into my synapses,
rests a while and then it starts to feed…

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