sitting in the bar last night
i was sitting and up comes a guy
who told me he could study the heart
of anyone who wanted to try
do you wish that life could kill
do you wish that life could kill
you look like and feel like homicide
fire in my soul will
save you fire in my soul
will save you tell them your salvation has begun no no no
... loving chabging i find you in depths of doubt your stone
smile needs rescuing
and now your broken heart
my soul is going to set you free no no no...
loving changing
Every thursday my angel comes
he knocks on the door of fate
though everything inside him screams
he prostitutes himself for me
And his humiliation wraps itself around me
With protective incantations
so i don't have to pray
The world is laid open for me
I'm the lightness i'm the dream
I'm the little toe of your foot
The great of the world serve me
My forehead is free of worry and my body's pure
In my white dress string of amber
My shoes are made of moss
Nothing disturbes me in my merrment
The only story is of I
Yesterday angel said no
A dark star is over my head
My old face is wrinkled and cracked
Scary is my shaking hand
Fruit of fear cracks inside of me
I start to prey again
Feet are bleeding
I'm the dirt from under your nail
And I prey to be invisible
My angel left me yesterday
Za mądra dla głupich
A dla mądrych zbyt głupia
Zbyt ładna dla brzydkich
A dla ładnych za brzydka
Za gruba dla chudych
A dla grubych za chuda
Za łatwa dla trudnych
A dla łatwych za trudna
Zbyt czysta dla brudnych
A dla czystych za brudna
Zbyt szczecińska dla Warszawy
A dla Szczecina zbyt warszawska
Spróbuj się domyślić gdzie to mam?
No gdzie?
Dokładnie tam
Właśnie tam
Pan wygrał bon
A pani Fiat