Komplett überambitioniertes Frühwerk aus "Die 114 schlechtesten Songtexte der Welt":
MY WIFE‘S HOME
Woke up
when I heard the sirens screaming
first thing
I saw were the red lights on the ceiling
in my mind
I could her words reeling
Get in the machine
shift into gear
the board is so clean
sockets in my ears
got the order
I couldn‘t hear
got the name
now I‘m here
CHORUS
What am I doing (don‘t Know)
gimme time (no time)
time to think (don‘t think)
why should I (don‘t ask)
drop a bomb on
my wife‘s home
I know
this must be her hometown
I see
the streets she ran up and down
in my mind
her words go around and around
the lights go on
I‘m going down
clockwork‘s ticking
I must be a down
now‘s the time when
I have to obey
the mere second
and I‘m here
CHORUS
BRIDGE
She said:
There are people just like you
they love their family like you do too
think how they loved you
think what they said
think how desperate
I wanted to get back
CHORUS
Woke up
when the breaks are screaming
first thing
I see is the rope tighten
in my mind
her letter is always repeating
prayed for my people
prayed for you
their looks are stabbing
me and you too
I know you‘ll
have the mercy
won‘t drop the bomb and get back
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