W.C.S. (First Draft)

歌詞

My dynamo, dynamo It's hard to keep the animo From driftin' away nowadays The horror, the pain, let's get into details The bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo The first draft of a worst case scenario Every thought has its own way of keeping its flavour, Like a gum for the brain to chew on Compatible allies and as dead as a dice It's the thing between nowhere and the opposite side It's the something hidden behind the eloquent surface Father of fuckups you did it on purpose! I decline to believe that it's personal Hey, I know that you do and I'll hold it against you It's the bald man's dream to grow hair, baby But a lame don't need legs, he needs a wheelchair So if you're to busy in having too much to offer And you can not decide where to go Do the Low Yo Yo, take a swing at the Dynamo On a day like this it's hard to keep the animo from Drifting away One-liner: The Greeks had it carved in A tombstone. 'epigram' they said 'last Tribute to the dead' well the horror, the pain And the alphabet, from a to migraine, from Nausea to z. Are you listenin' you fool? You magnificent liar! Feel free but don't feel too comfortable It's already quarter to three Oh they say that time presses But time isn't pressing It's just a figure for motion and emotional unrest It's a matter of seeing and of being seen As far as I'm concerned time is the state of my Jeans So if you wanna come down for some hangin' around If you wanna come down for some hangin' around (x3) Oh dynamo, dynamo It's hard to keep the animo From driftin' away nowadays The horror, the pain, let's get into details The bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo The first draft of a worst case scenario It's the first draft of a worst case scenario (x12)