Your tattoo looks like a stain that can’t be washed away
No taboo, it’s just that i can’t stand it
Did it hurt? the alcohol can ease the pain of dirt
No regrets, it’s just that you can’t help it

Do they see through your genetic map?
That’s big deal for baby boomers
Was it mapped out on your credit card?
That’s big deal for april foolers

Darling come with me
To the sponges’ party now
Cause we might happen to have fun there
Don’t you wanna dance
To the rhythm of the doubt
‘cause things may happen to be different there

Have you heard? inside your head there is a radio
Playing aloud but you are not the dj
There you go, you speak as if you never loose control
Not aware of compulsory movements

What’s it like to be up on the stage
While performing as a crooner?
What’s it like to drown inside your rage
Knowing it will kill you sooner?

Everybody’s in a play
Now tomorrow and yesterday
But what really freaks me out
Is watching people’s lives
Pretending they are cars

Electrons are spinning ‘round
And i fall between your arms
But what really makes me good
Is looking for a god
Inside the eyes of dogs