Where is the promised life?
No doors here for rooms
dreaming of keys!
On midnight's sun land
no shooting star
for a wish!
Will I be able
if God's on the phone
to answer
sorry sir wrong number?
I don't wanna walk on water
or change it into wine!
It's the machine against the body!
Have I been dying all my life?
No floors to reach the moon
poor Empire State monkey!
Who's behind the looking glass eye?
Maybe her Majesty Irony!
In this time of too many!
Who survives to waste his life?
No desert shores left I presum
for my own little luxury!
On midnight's sun land
no shooting star
for a wish!
Will I be able
if the Devil has his throne
to offer
to find my helter-skelter's better?
I don't wanna the front page of the paper
or an inexhaustable gold mine!
Behind a need hides a worry!
What's the price for a life?
I'll buy another you very soon
when cash falls of my money tree!
Who's behind the looking glass eye?
Maybe her Majesty Irony!
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