Through the Cyberspace to a
Triangle Game
Log onto unsuitable personals
Then right into your and his place
Calling God on the back saddle
Are you there
Calling Cocco behind you
Leave the message on
Are we home
Passing Lady Whore behind a window glass
First she gave her smile
Then just a sign ‘honey, this too will pass’
Pedaling down your town
You whistle to create a single sound
Nothing comes from my mouth
You said I go for
Well I meant so –
Never thought it’d be wrong
To go for
Calling God on the back saddle
Will he call me as he’s settled
He said dear, sure you’re a boy
Who’ll wait for that call
I’m a brother to a platform
Ready for a final whistle
Are we home
You raise your hand
Strange how fast it fades away
Calling God but a line is dead
Guess He isn’t there
Just a devil swinging on my knee
Worshipping a mess he created
I’m on this rail on my way
Are we home
Are we home
Are we home yet
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 17.07.2006.
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