Lyrics - German Overalls by Hammill Peter

Manheim; rainy
Saturday with no money nor friend,only
Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach
London for a pocket of hope;we're children, we grope in the dark.
Hugh spends his last
Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,middle-aged maids with rotting teethindustrial magazines and old
Sunday
Times;reading material/bleeding lines.
What are we doing here?
Memorial manace, eager for revenge,has begun to bend our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;now, feeling placid is death.
I try to hold my breath as the
P.
A. comes down...here we all are in
Ktown!
The
Big
Wheel never fails to grind around;it drags me up/drags me down
Seven sentenses wonder '
Can this be real,or am
I become a performing seal?'
Why are we dying here?
I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love,
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs,
I have bit the fruitbut all
I live for is to playand
I'm tired of the nights and the daysof airports, taxis and motorway showers,grooping for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to travelling in the van,
He knows that we all can understand;we're at the mercy of the
Kosmos
Tour,making a pilgrimage to the
German
Lourdes...but we're still crippled here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards,
I think
I'm getting vertigo,
I think
I don't know what is real.
On a more sudden spotlight, one more madness is over...
I must not show a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears,
I think
I'm going to laugh...think
I'll just go and take a bath,
Guess
I'll wash my clothes,don't you know
I'll grow to go and make my name,maybe a servant in the
Fame game;stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost...

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