Do You Need Some Space? Songtext
von Auto‐Auto

I′m waiting, I'm waiting for the tram to come.
I′m late, I'm late again i'm sorry mom.
The money spent on taxes seem to end up in the hands
Of people who have gone to far to get a second chance.
And even though I feel like i′m a chump without a clue
I go to work and pay my taxes, mom, I promise you.


We′re the model citizens of Babylon.
We're the margin-dwellers and the moral front.

I′m spending my spare time contemplating this
The leeches that suck society are close to bliss.
And even though I know that nice guys always finish last
I dig up all the shallow graves I carry in my past.
I just cant help the feeling that I get, it resembles shame.
Oh, daddy help me now when it is hard to carry your name.