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