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The circus is full of smoke
after all this years
some were good, some were bad
didn t know what i was about to start
when i started
though i wrote it all down
god, i was so naive!
when you re on the show,
you ve got to shoot not to sing
wasn t it worth anyway
12 years,
6 were good,
6 were bad
20.000 songs in my head
and a toast to all the pimps in the world
here s to you
hey, hey, here s to you,
till the last bullet s fired
welcome, sweet needles of success
here s to you,
you got to shoot, not to sing
welcome, customers,
whores,
i still got my gun
i still got my gun
look, i point at you
there s a shadow on the target,
i guess you call it future
and the fingertip-orchestras sounded
like spirit rapping on the radio
the day i sold my music
for less than a soul
to a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero
here s to you,
sweet needles of success
welcome, customers, whores,
i still got my gun
here s to you,
you got to shoot not to sing
i still got some shots inside
welcome, sweet needles of succes
take me home,
take me home
oh, sweet needles of success
here i go
into the dry-ice fog

Oh my love, oh my love
I can t hear you my love
Tell me where have you gone?

Oh my love, oh my love
I can t taste you my love,
Tell me what have I done?

Plug it in, so I can digest you
I will taste you

Far away, far away
I can t feel you...

Listen to the ground
There is movement all around
There is somethin goin down
And I can feel it
On the waves of the air
There is dancin out there
If it s something we can share
We can steal...

It feels unbeleivable when my body s wrapped around you
Forever could never be enough
But it s not thru physical when my soul is trying to reach you
The heart is the way to making love. UUM

Now I ve come to understand thru a life of deeper meaning...

Dosyć już ciebie mam,
musisz radzić sobie sam,
więc żegnaj mój słodki Charlie.
Tak doprawdy przykro mi,
lecz tym razem musisz iść,
więc żegnaj mój słodki Charlie.

Zły los złączył nas,
komu w drogę, temu czas...
Dziś już słaba płeć
własne zdanie może mieć,
więc pospiesz...

Poranne zorze, poranne zorze
Gdy idę w Sopocie nad morzem
Po plaży brudno-piaskowej
Bałtyk śmierdzi ropą naftową
Poranne chodniki
Gdy idę, nie rozmawiam z nikim
Jak jest w niedzielę nad ranem
Po sobotnich balach chodniki zarzygane

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