Alien Hand Syndrome - Batty Street Lodger Lyrics
Oh, it´s all fine,no it´s a curse but it´s always been minesince the birth of the universeStroke this tired handOh, what a rush to be diving your eyes,the last cave of gravity ...Go on, you´re fun, you´re so funI wish you would have been thereall the times when I was young,when I really should have beenconsequent and slowly choosing the right options,taking smaller amounts,avoiding open firesNow the recipe is lost,the recipe starved us with smaller amountsso nothing would slip from our reachOh it´s all fineno it´s a curse but it´s always been minesince the birth of the universeStroke these weary hands,beware of the history they bearOh all the kidneys they sucker-punched!I´m just a silly boy,a silly boy with giant demandsJust a silly boy,a silly boy with silly boy plansI´m just a silly boy,a silly boy with giant demandsJust a silly boy,a silly boy with silly boy plansSo storm the palais!Route the brigades!Tell ´em I won´t back down ...until they drop that stump blade on me!