Amon Düül II - Syntelman's March Of The Roaring Seventies - D) Telephonecomplex lyrics

Turning up with a devilish grin The master has shaken three big bags And suddenly come from everywhere Snakes and rats and big fat cats Hunting themselves in the mirror Now you got the ammunition The ambition you've got too So they tell you the direction Save your face in time And hide the clue At the station I saw witches Buying tickets with a smile Offering to me a fool's cap But the spell they could not say What they've got was an apparent flash from the master And know how to run, not to die, a-ha! And know what to do, what to do, to get high, to get high! Why don't they stay till the X-ray day And fly with an unbelievable acceleration?