(Instrumental) ... Phone: Bring me the head of christopher walken!
The way you want to hold me is unfair The way you try to stop and fix it when there?s nothing left to fix again And if I was the one to be unkind Anyway
Light of the summer heave Take your planes and bring them to the sky While I'm waiting here People can't seem to look'n'like my shoes Worn out Like a
My fears are crawling I can feel 'em breathin' on my radio deck And help is needed, don't wanna go out before it's summer I'm under suspect by myself
You don?t know who you are You go to the beach you rent a car You stay in bed the whole day, when you have lunch with me again You don?t know how far
I'm never gonna play In your champions league I'm never gonna play In your champions league Again Rocks hit water and melt With your heart and mind Rocks
You?re left alone and you don?t know the score, while I just keep on looking in another way You dry your eyes and pay the bill again, You wish you knew
Demons in a mambo jambo wavin' up their curse you dress like Greta Garbo and touch the cold here on my nose and life isn't pretty life's not as you want
I'm never gonna play In your champions league I'm never gonna play In your champions league Again Rocks hit water and melt With your heart and mind
