finished 17.10.2012, dedicated to Alan Lynn, to be recorded.
I never trust the tabloids
Or a gullible friend
Because they tend to take a rumour for a fact
See this big-letter headline
At the newspaper stand?
Where there's no content there is graphics to attract
I have my opinions
And I like to insist
'though this sometimes takes its toll
Still there is one thing
I just can't accept
Although it might be true after all
I refuse to believe that a cucumber can kill a man
Unless it hits you at two hundred miles per hour
I know I will die someday
But that's not the way I leave this world, I say
I am not scared of 12/21
The world is not gonna end
But with our help it will perish all the same
Although this might offend you
I think there is no god
And so we have to look for someone else to blame
Another incident
Cannot convince me that
All the food out there is bad
Another mass hysteria
Caused by strange bacteria
But yet
I refuse to believe that a cucumber can kill a man
Unless it hits you at two hundred miles per hour
I know I will die someday
But that's not the way I leave this world, I say
Nothing but lies and flimsy excuses
When nobody knows what the truth is
All these lessons are so useless
If I'm unwilling to learn
So I turn off the TV and the internet, too
Look through the newspapers and keep just a few
'cause I don't want to get caught on the flypaper glue
Of adverts and commercial breaks that always tell you
What to wear, what to eat, what to buy, what to break
What to love, what to hate, what to drink, what to take
What to fear, what to think, what to say, what to strive for,
What to die for
I refuse to believe that a cucumber can kill a man
Unless it hits you at two hundred miles per hour
I know I will die someday
But that's not the way I leave this world, I say
Mittwoch, 17. Oktober 2012
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