Das hohle Lachen der Verzweiflung
Rasselt zwischen deinen Ohren
Du hast hier nichts zu suchen
Und dementsprechend nichts verlor’n
Ein Schmerz wie von Verbrennung
Verkrümmt dir die Gestalt
Und das Ende ist die Gewalt

Und du wartest auf eine Katastrophe, die niemals kommt
Und du wartest auf eine gepolsterte Wand

(Herrenmagazin, In toten Hügeln)

the slow motion makes me sad // everything what we had // we as us will never meet // before nothing´s easy // too late // to tolerate // there´s something rotten // there´s something rotten in your mouth // sweet thing i was only joking // sweet thing i was only joking // on tuesdays i´m not as young // on tuesdays i´m not as young // i fought for anyone // my lovely morning son // on tuesdays i´m not as young // nothing´s firmer // nothing could be finer // why should i be sorry // this won´t hurt so much // but the hurting penetrated deeply // this won´t hurt so much // you who will never hear me // will judge me all the same // there´s something rotten in her mouth // on tuesdays i´m not as young // on tuesdays i´m not as young // i fall for anyone // my lovely morning son // sweet thing i was only joking // you my evil listener // you who will never hear me // sitting in fine weather // sharing the cold kiss or two // there´s something rotting in her mouth // sweet thing i was only joking // sweet thing i was only joking // on tuesdays i´m not as young // on tuesdays i´m not as young // i fall for anyone // my lovely morning son // on tuesdays i´m not as young