Fury In The Slaughterhouse

M: T. Wingenfelder
T: K. Wingenfelder/M. Malzahn
I tell you complicated girls
are complicated lovers
and mostly later they become
complicated mothers
you say you love me, I don't care
'cause your love won't take me anywhere
come on not another try
'cause the time is really wasted
crap declared as first class meal
and I paid before I tasted
empty tea cups and the look of angry mothers
a lonely angel hidden inbetween the others
with wings so white much too white to fly
a handicaped angel in a wheelchair passes by
soken wet I awake you are away
a smile comes in my face and suddenly I say
jippee yo jippeeyay
My love for her was as big as the ocean.
But she didn't know how to swim.