The King Is Dead

Let red wine flow like water in the creek
Cabernet Sauvignon or whatever you seek
Let cigarettes burn like trees in the forest
Parliament or something for the poorest

The eyes, the eyes of sin
Have no end nor beginning
That's the beauty of sinning

The less is more fixation will never flex
To the state where simplicity is complex
And thus I accept my eternal fate
Of being nothing more than live bait

The eyes, the eyes of sin
Will terrorise the next of kin
God will never win

Melancholy will not get me far
I am anything but a star
Trapped in a pool of sticky tar
Trying to breath inside a jar

The eyes, the eyes of sin
Have no meaning at all
Into sin we all fall

Cater me with passion fruit
Dress me in a latex suit
Give me a pair of leather boots
And a licence to shoot
Myself in the head
Because Elvis is dead

Addicted Mystic Aladdin

Years have passed, but what have you learned?
Where are the badges you should have earned?
Everyone can see you give up too soon
No kiddin', your eyes are the size of the moon

Years have passed, you should have grown
Smarter and wiser, something should show
You cover you face with a brown paper bag
Because looking in the mirror makes you gag

Stop for a minute and the moment feels wronger
Life in slow-motion seems much longer
Stop for a minute and the moment feels wronger
Life in slow-motion seems much longer

Do you want more? Do you want more?
Do you want more? Do you want more?

Years have passed, but have you listened?
When you lie, your eyes, they glisten
But drugs aren't all you've been passing on
In French they'd call you „un vrai con“

Years have passed, you should just stop
Before you're pulled aside by the cops
A needle a day won't keep the doctor away
Will you keep going, whatever they say?

Because when you
Stop for a minute, the moment feels wronger
Life in slow-motion seems much longer
Stop for a minute and the moment feels wronger
Life in slow-motion seems much longer

Do you want more? Do you want more?
Do you? Do you?

Stop for a minute and the moment feels wronger
Life in slow-motion seems much longer

Messiah All Mine

Is he coming?
Will he come?
Is he coming?
Will he come?
Is he coming?
Will he come?
Is he coming?
Will he ever come?

We can come together, come together

Santa
God, bring me Jesus for Christmas
I want Jesus for Christmas
I need Jesus for Christmas
I love him

Is he coming?
Will he come?
Is he coming?
Will he come?

We can come together, come together
We can come together
The two of us

Doctor Sheperd
God, save Jesus for me
He can save my soul
After he comes

I know he will be here soon
These things take time
And that I have
Jesus, I am waiting for you

We can come together, come together
Again and again and again and again
We can come together, come together
Come together

Little Miss Sunshine

Candlelight suppers and bloodbaths
A glass of poison, but not for rats
Silly little girls can’t do the math
No vendetta, she just needs the cash

Squeeze the life out of him
For his life is a sin
Make the world a better place
They will throw it in your face
But you don’t mind, no, you don’t mind
Because they will never find
What is left behind

No one knows you were abused
No evidence will be adduced

An accident it was
Without a doubt because
They lack the willpower
However, you my darling
Are too clever
Will they catch you?
I say: „Never!”

So squeeze the life out of him
For his life is a sin
Make the world a better place
They will throw it in your face
But you don’t mind, no, you don’t mind
They will never find
What is left behind

Little Miss Sunshine
Will commit the perfect crime
Little Miss Sunshine
She will do no time
Little Miss Sunshine
Will have it made
Little Miss Sunshine
Will get well paid