Woah yeah!
Sit down, enjoy your self. Have a pleasant drink or two
It's so easy to drown, to let it all come down
Drawn nails from barricades which protect your world of dreams
What you need is a tool, a gadget for a fool
Pictures of destiny spinning around your head
You used to erase them with gin on the rocks, my friend
I bet you feel like a who*e,
Yeah, you feel like a who*e
In times of clearance sales, no matter what is sold
It's no use crying, you lost your chances long ago
The path you follow is not the same as it was before
Led you over the hill to the suburban idyll
Pictures of destiny spinning around your head
You used to erase them with gin on the rocks, my friend
Where are your dreams you dreamt with your friend's in the streets?
"...wanna be an artist, an actor, imagine how this would have been. Vision's end"
"...wanna be a great film director, my name on the billboards in gold"
Solo Holler
Your former ideals shown in the slide show drive you mad
Crawling under your chair it even gets you there
There's no escape from it all, alea jacta est
What you've got is a job at your polished oaken desk
Pictures of destiny spinning around your head
You used to erase them with gin on the rocks, my friend
Where are your dreams you dreamt with your friend's in the streets?
"...wanna be an artist, an actor, imagine how this would have been. Vision's end"
"...wanna be a great film director, my name on the billboards in gold"
Solo Tiemann/Both