Did you ever get the feeling that someone died
Hide away in your ivory tower
And cover me in your golden shower
Did I make you laugh when I played the clown
And was I the dog that bit you when you put it down
Break it nicely, break it slow
Break it so I’ve got no place to go
Ego a go go, now you’re gone solo
Living on a memory
Where you’ve been lately, and do you still hate me?
Could you offer an apology?
God morgen. Nå skal jeg kreke min sønderslitte kropp opp av senga og inn i dusjen. Så skal jeg ut i disse forferdelige kuldegradene og mot sats. Jeg har vondt i hodet av too much wine and dine. Ouch. I’ve got only myfself to blame..