Lyrics:
Mincek

You were the player And you played it cool I was the stranger And I played the fool You were the teacher And you were the best I was the seeker And I

It's not psychedelic, it's got many merits It's not psychedelic, nuclear submarine Darling, I think it's a dream Your causes, they make me feel so mad

I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking

Health food fagot with a bartered bride Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride Once had a friend with a cloven foot Once he called the tune in a chequered

Speak up My ears are growing weary I?ll sing this to the end And watch the waves crash over me Speak up My ears are growing weary I?ll sing this to the

You get me high one last time One more second to let you save my life 'Cause I don't need it, need it anymore O my darling, here we go You get me high

[Rettke, Paeth, Bilski] Watch the time, take care of a beat from my soul You're the one and I'm losing control Always abandoned, lies were your game

You see that endless line? They're victims of our time Whose only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams To work hard all your life, to raise your

How promising the start Of the letter being read until the captain proclaims Dying is my heart Then a hush befalls the crowd as the theater exclaims