Oh brother don´t wake me up, | |
I´ll sleep all day, she said | |
my sister said to me | |
I hate this town that´s laying under me | |
I agree, I agree with you sister | |
you know I´d love to go | |
with you to New York city | |
but me and Ossi ain´t got no money | |
If I filled the cracks in my ceiling | |
If would look fine but | |
There´s moisture and mould there behind | |
I´ll bloom like everything always do | |
But if you take this can of white spray | |
and just spray all over | |
we´d hide in your apartment forever | |
or at least until these stupid thoughts have disiesed | |
Oh mother you were warm | |
but yet so cold when | |
you came home from Italy | |
and my father he didn´t understand | |
but I understand you both more than you know | |
so why don´t you | |
why don´t you ask me | |
we all got plans and we all got believes | |
and I believe that love | |
soon will come to me | |
it´s building up inside | |
the precious girl | |
will win the lottery | |
If I filled the cracks of my ceiling | |
it would look fine but | |
there´s moisture and mould there behind | |
it´ll bloom like everything always do | |
yeah |
Oh brother don t wake me up, | |
I ll sleep all day, she said | |
my sister said to me | |
I hate this town that s laying under me | |
I agree, I agree with you sister | |
you know I d love to go | |
with you to New York city | |
but me and Ossi ain t got no money | |
If I filled the cracks in my ceiling | |
If would look fine but | |
There s moisture and mould there behind | |
I ll bloom like everything always do | |
But if you take this can of white spray | |
and just spray all over | |
we d hide in your apartment forever | |
or at least until these stupid thoughts have disiesed | |
Oh mother you were warm | |
but yet so cold when | |
you came home from Italy | |
and my father he didn t understand | |
but I understand you both more than you know | |
so why don t you | |
why don t you ask me | |
we all got plans and we all got believes | |
and I believe that love | |
soon will come to me | |
it s building up inside | |
the precious girl | |
will win the lottery | |
If I filled the cracks of my ceiling | |
it would look fine but | |
there s moisture and mould there behind | |
it ll bloom like everything always do | |
yeah |
Oh brother don t wake me up, | |
I ll sleep all day, she said | |
my sister said to me | |
I hate this town that s laying under me | |
I agree, I agree with you sister | |
you know I d love to go | |
with you to New York city | |
but me and Ossi ain t got no money | |
If I filled the cracks in my ceiling | |
If would look fine but | |
There s moisture and mould there behind | |
I ll bloom like everything always do | |
But if you take this can of white spray | |
and just spray all over | |
we d hide in your apartment forever | |
or at least until these stupid thoughts have disiesed | |
Oh mother you were warm | |
but yet so cold when | |
you came home from Italy | |
and my father he didn t understand | |
but I understand you both more than you know | |
so why don t you | |
why don t you ask me | |
we all got plans and we all got believes | |
and I believe that love | |
soon will come to me | |
it s building up inside | |
the precious girl | |
will win the lottery | |
If I filled the cracks of my ceiling | |
it would look fine but | |
there s moisture and mould there behind | |
it ll bloom like everything always do | |
yeah |