open your eyes my friend and look around i'm afraid that i must tell that both of us are grounded so now i walk in darkness and i cannot find the way speak for i've got nothing more to say

i'm going to the loo and I am not coming out i feel like a scream but I ain't willing to shout life is but a moment still it's perfectly loud created by the edges of doubt hey mr. Daniel's will you burn down my throat? it may help me to find exact the right notes if i won't succeed tonight i'll run to the goats where dull and empty sheepiness floats hey man cool it you're losing your grip listening to the rain falling down with a drip never push me you're pushing me still i'll look just if my eyeballs will i'll look just if my eyeballs will i'll look just if my eyeballs will i'll look just if my eyeballs will a final sip and i'm going to bed i guess i'll takke a second and a third one instead i think i've hurt a woman and i'm full of regret hiding all the tears i ain't shed hold on fellow you're going to fast it's time to face the future and forget 'bout the past i don't feel like going yonder downtown because mean old jack has got down mean old jack has got me down mean old jack has got me down mean old jack has got me down mean old jack creates asocial behaviour to get them off my back he know what reason is and makes sure that it always lacks when will i hate you more than love you bottled mean old jack? mean old jack mean old jack! met a girl and she looked alright blond hair grey eyes through the night she could give me goosegumps if she tried but sometimes i feel that i struggle with my loyalty we went out one day and once more i wished to be free 'cause another pretty girl was standing there alone she gave me shivers to the bone i kissed the other girl and my lady got mad in her opinion i was just a dirty old rat i must admit that i felt only little regret but at this moment i sure feel bad mr. Daniel's is my therapy he brings my way of thinking to a different degree when he fills with me with his delicate flames i lose the will to play them games i lose the will to play them games i lose the will to play them games i lose the will to play them games mean old jack creates asocial behaviour to get them off my back he know what reason is and makes sure that it always lacks when will i hate you more than love you bottled mean old jack? mean old jack mean old jack! on the table stands a bottle that stares he's empty but he's telling that he doesn't care the whisky house has got some brothers of mine if you buy one of those it's fine if you buy one of those it's fine if you buy one of those it's fine if you buy one of those it's fine

the prophet sat on his wooden chair but today the people didn't seem to care he sang about the good and bad but the people laughed and all started to chat the prophet stopped the singing and he looked upon the crowd he said why don't you listen to what i shout? i don't sing because i wish to entertain i'm warning you before the rain the people stopped the laughing and saw the man who helpfully warned them for the rain they saw him cry and as he weeped again they understood that they had to explain they sang we don't want no complications they only cause an aching head if you make music make sure it's simple so we won't forget we don't want nom modulations we don't like music that takes too long we just want a nude girl on tv who sings a sing along song

i like the lullabies of lazy little lightbulbs living lonely in a lane of lies leaving lasting lives we wake the weaklings working wonderfully wineless without wearing what the wise will whine off whirring waves of woe dust is on the tree is my heart the moon? soon the faster flees bees buzz afternoon ruined ideas so low over rivers row no increase of trees people made of snow no increase of trees people made of snow no increase of trees people made of snow no increase of trees people made of snow can they understand how dirty birds behave? will they pray to save the wave whom they sent to where he went? there flows a scarf its colour's blue it will not land on something new and as we listen to the lull there sings an echo born to fall and as we listen to the lull there sings an echo born to fall and as we listen to the lull there sings an echo born to fall soon the dreary fear made the doubts disappear i stopped the wishing to cry with the fish no-one said that all would be finished in the fall he who bashes through the wall shall be waiting for a call when will we travel through the dirt? it seems that it might be unheard that the opinion of the lot and the trouble that it brought in the end was nothing but a talking bird walking through the woods to my house the clouds that on my FOURHEAD douse whispern secrets in my ear which i cannot hear so i call the apple tree and beg her give your fruits to me but she laughs and calls me names and vanishes in flames so i fall down right to the ground where people once have found a skeleton who moves in silence wandering around call my name and i'll travel home the sandy dirty sky's torturing my eyes which over the pastures roam

congratulations child you make my heart run wild when i look in your eyes you seem an angel in disguise you are my puppeteer it's your beatuy that i fear if you'd ask me for the moon i would make sure you'd get it soon and so the beast in me is slain why do you play this aweful game? do be in love's to run in vain and so the beast in me is slain why do you play this aweful game? do be in love's to run in vain

somewhere in the clouds above the room where morals sleep a new technique of romance being easy fast and cheap is discovered by a guy who dislikes sweet romantic stuff and he writes a song about it which he titles hazy love wainting on a line waiting to fall off some gloomy feathers shine and draw me hazy love never meet me for you would walk out on me i can tell foggy streets sing stories i remember when i try speak again my friend i understand your dreams out of my backdoor came a howling echoed sound flying past the spiderwebs in dawny glitters drowned i lived my life to see your stars ignite but since they burn i seem so tired seek me in desire you'll find out soon enough i'm spitting mist to claw your fist and change it in a dove i'm looking through my windowpane even sunlighyt looks like rain so i turn around and ask the ground to interrupt my brain the hero you admire ain't even half as tough i'm nothing but a liar so draw me hazy love my head is turning my eyes are burning be smart and stay away my blood's been changing i'm rearranging my innerself melee my legs are shaking the birds are waking my throat is playing sand my life is crazy my love is hazy now don't you understand i'm just a guy who's learning why his parents told him not to try i stand above romantic stuff all i deserve is hazy love all confessions done and lies revealed the "poet" looks around his trembling eyes fight much fatigued to catch the true amount of empty bottles telling him his theory was wrong in spite of hazy love his heart was stolen through the process of this song

the river blackens as the pelgrim nears his food's confession and his beverage tears what will he find inside my mind? will he even like the things he'll find? the river blackens as the light remains all white will the days that wait for me be equally bright? soon the warmth is gone i look inside its eyes and finally its done with reading everything that my future soon will bring old values aren't heard of here i'm overwhelmed with endless fear i'm afraid of this desert lying low help to forget my fatal blow we didn't die for nothing thanks to us decisions are made old rules are turned to dust could've been better if we stayed alive but the night took us as the clock struck five we didn't die for nothing but he gives a damn? we may be heroes but we'll never breatha gain see the angry path what lies beyond it? and what caused its wrath? can you help me to find out? can you help to kill my doubt? old values aren't heard of here i'm overwhelmed with endless fear i'm afraid of this desert lying low help to forget my fatal blow old values aren't heard of here i'm overwhelmed with endless fear i'm afraid of this desert lying low help to forget my fatal blow

can you climb the mountain of my mind within the time the music gives you? then begin to interpret the following: let the sleeping eights begin rise old sun! shine your light upon the early dawn 'till all drops are gone rise old moon! enchant the nightbirds that will rather soon sing all out of tune i won't tell no stories for the stories tell themselves so listen to the stories that the stories tell have you counted all the "stories" that appear within this verse? annoying? well it's only getting worse

we don't want no complications they only cause an aching head if you make music make sure it's simple so we won't forget we don't want nom modulations we don't like music that takes too long we just want a nude girl on tv who sings a sing along song we just want a nude girl on tv who sings a sing along song sing along song sing along song the prophet shook his head and understood he knew his time belonged now to the past he travelled east although he had no food and entered a desert village as a guest and he warned them for the rain and he told them about the pain that people could avoid if they used their brain and the people listened well as the priest began to tell as he preached about the burning man-made hell but soon the chances turned as the neon-herald burned his torch of civilization with the plastic flame the peddlars showed their goods as did the prostitutes for on the horizon the western tourists came we don't want no complications they only cause an aching head if you make music make sure it's simple so we won't forget we don't want nom modulations we don't like music that takes too long we just want a nude girl on tv who sings a sing along song we just want a nude girl on tv who sings a sing along song sing along song sing along song sing along song sing along song sing along song sing along song sing along song sing along song and we all know the end of this the prophet turned around and ran away the western tourists ruled the land and the sing along nude girls rule the world today we've got muscles to show off after all who needs brains today we've got weapons to make the weaklings move away a small amount of the people cries for the prophet to sing again for the world doesn't remember the rain

when will i run away perhaps i'll run today but then i see your smile again i decide to stay a while and so the beast in me is slain why do you play this aweful game? do be in love's to run in vain

and now the dreamy days are done we wave farewell to the fading sun and under mountains far away sleeps an answer made of clay who turned it off who let it fly? cried the old unopened eye a window opens to the sand where the labyrinths all stand i see that someone suffers so extremely sadful silly songs of sudden sanity sunk in several sighs and not the nearest nation notices the news now nothing's needed nowadays nonetheless night is never known in the dreams of men can we stop the flow over valleys ran then why don't we know? ochre horses strong wrongness is a song longer than a man dancing on one's tongue longer than a man dancing on one's tongue longer than a man dancing on one's tongue longer than a man dancing on one's tongue after all the laughs in lighter nights appear the fearless nearing deer who help the endless deafs there flows a scarf its colour's blue it will not land on something new and as we listen to the lull there sings an echo born to fall and as we listen to the lull there sings an echo born to fall and as we listen to the lull there sings an echo born to fall now that all is gone we can see what is done no songs have proven right so all tongues must have lied

i have always heard of evil fires but these stories seem absurd and told by liars listen to the whispers floating from the house of flowered clouds here i can sleep and leave my doubts