I came from Düsseldorf, chased by the night You were a vision drenched, in neon light Longing and my sad eyes caught, your fleeting glance As chaos on the boulevard, stole our romance
Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger's diarrhea Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger's diarrhea
La connexion... lost
Two. Ships. Passing in the night You. Shit. Then I ralphed up my fries But not just any old fries But french. Fries. Paris
Whispers in foreign tongues, from the shadows Lead to a path of lies, my false hope chose Fooled again and yet I search, forever more My love will last 1, 000 years, like this cold war
Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger's diarrhea Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger's diarrhea
La connexion... lost
Diarrhea. Diarrhea Some people think it's gross, but it's really good on toast Diarrhea. Diarrhea Some people think it's funny, but it's brown and hot and runny
Shh She said Shh
Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger's diarrhea Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger's diarrhea
Hausgemachter toilettensalat
Think of the future we lost, the life we will never know Winter reminds me of you, as does a sloppy joe (Barf into a toilet) think of the future we lost. (barf into a toilet) the life we will never know (Barf into a toilet) winter reminds me of you (full of the stranger's diarrhea) Two ships, passing in the night You shit, then ralphed up my fries Two ships, passing in the night You shit. Panic
Compositor: James M Franks (Jimmy Pop Ali) ECAD: Obra #14160512