Lines

C'mon over!
I haven't seen you for long
C'mon over!
'Cause there's something to tell
C'mon over!
I'm not kidding, I swear
C'mon over!
My words burning like hell
You think you are so gifted
You gonna make it anyhow
There's nothing that can stop you or even just interrupt you
The lines in your face I can't read
Your body's your pen which you feed
With sorrow and pain in high dose
Bitterness drugs and neuroses
And 'cause you play a guitar a bit
You think you manage it
To become a rock'n'roll superstar for now you fuck the assistant of PR
The lines in your face I can't read
Your body's your pen which you feed
With sorrow and pain in high dose
Bitterness drugs and neuroses