I'd been waiting for this all my whole life
But when the moment arrived, it only made me cry
They got my body shaved, spiced and fried
They measured my bones and let them drown in cold ice.

Daily training started up at 4 a.m.
A para-military coach all full of phlegm
Who made me run up-hill for 20 milles
And in the end I had to dance to funk In seven different styles

Who came next was a crazy mess of a shrink
He asked me thousand questions all about there it is
I talked short, I talked long, I talked wise
I pretended that I was just a brainwashed common guy.

Porn shooting started right in the next day
And there I was raw and happy to get laid and paid
She was sweet she was slim she smelled fine
Right after the first take I had a massive flashback

You swing along the highest rope
Between the pine-tree and the cherry
I'm chasing drunk a whistling swan
We came upon before it all went scary
Now you're gone to the next bubble-town
without a fucking name.
I am a tramp without a ride
down the memory lane... lame...

I'd been willing to get rich for my whole life
But when the money rolled in I thought I would die
Speeding down the road ahead of fuzz
The bank car we stole was now running outta gas, honey.
When the love of my life lowered the gear
My crazy heart started pumping heavy raw fear
She was slim, she was sweet, she smelled fine
Sleepy eyes at 80 miles per hour
And took over the wheel
Crying crying crying, all along the way
Warning warning warning she would no more stay
I got stressed by law and love afairs
I took a turn behind a farm to stop and make love to my femme
We spent the whole night itchying by the dirty money
We asked for water supplies to the farmer's family
I drunk up five liters to come down the heat
I walked towards the lou, and then off the road I hit

You swing along the highest rope
Between the pine-tree and the cherry
I'm chasing drunk a whistling swan
We came upon before it all went scary
Now you're gone to the next bubble-town
without a fucking name
I am a tramp without a ride
down the memory lane... Lame...

I'd been dreaming of love all my whole life
But when it came rushing in, the bill was too high
I pretended that I had to make a call
and sneaked out without paying right through the back door
I run for miles and miles as I could run
Untill my neck turned red under that mean sun
I fell sick right near a loner's bar
I woke up when the barmaid was pouring ice on my scar
Her thick strong neck was even more red than was mine
She looked into my eyes and opened up a large smile
I saw love climbing up her spine
I had to jump over the window
and aimed back the desert line.
Lonely lonely lonely and no shade to rest by
Blury blury blury got my mind's eye
Life gets taugh for a poet without muse
Then I saw Fata Morgana singing the blues