Standing in the garden
With a pistol in his hand
Looking at the landlord
While he jumps over the fence
How could it be
Shooting at a man?
Get rid of the body
A life sentence or will he go free?
Upstairs in the attic
With a rope around his neck
Climbing on a chair
He doesn't really care
Love is a gas
But life is a mess
When nothing is left
You just lose all interest
But with the attention span
Of a bu*ter! y
Noone really knows
What's going on in his mind
Stranded in the jungle
With a beret on his head
Charly lost his gla**es
He lost them in the sand
How will it be
If he meets the enemy
Guess he'll have to run
Cos there's not
A damn thing he can see
But with the attention span
Of a bu*ter! y
Noone really knows
What's going on in his mind
The sandstorm and
The sun burning his eyes
He'll go blind but will never
Make up his mind