Hammill Peter - German Overalls lyrics

Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend, Only Tequila can end the boredom. Try to reach London for a pocket of hope; We're children, we grope in the dark. Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese... I feel just like a refugee... Rathaus-keepers and traffic police, Middle-aged maids with rotting teeth Industrial magazines and old Sunday Times; Reading material/bleeding lines. What are we doing here? Memorial manace, eager for revenge, Has begun to bend our minds. Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid; Now, feeling placid is d**h. I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down... Here we all are in Ktown! The Big Wheel never fails to grind around; It drags me up/drags me down Seven sentences wonder 'Can this be real, Or am I become a performing seal?' Why are we dying here? I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love, I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs, I have bit the fruit But all I live for is to play And I'm tired of the nights and the days Of airports, taxis and motorway showers, Grooping for a key in the after hours. David takes to traveling in the van, He knows that we all can understand; We're at the mercy of the Kosmos Tour, Making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes... But we're still crippled here. Cathedrals spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo, I think I don't know what is real. On a more sudden spotlight, one more madness is over... I must not show a sign of fear. Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh... Think I'll just go and take a bath, Guess I'll wash my clothes, Don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name, Maybe a servant in the Fame game; Stake my sane and rest my life on the line... Now lay me asunder and rend my mind; At the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost...