Songtext:
A dead loss, Wuppertal Webdesigner No fun, just glum Lying next to someone So don't mention the war Don't question where we stand Or where we fall North, south, east where's best? If i head left It turns out directionless
And needle point aside I always find Embroidery leaves me blind Cos i'm too weary to rest Since i noticed Coming second best is close to ideal
What fools boredom breeds So much to do So many goldfish to feed And paracetamol I take them all They line my stomach wall
With customary thirst I search a water glass But gin hits first Oh don't believe the hype Expectancy will always spoil a party
It's tourniquet by crochet My waters break Don't drive for pity's sake Cos i'm too weary to rest Since i noticed Coming second best Is close to ideal
