000.000 Songtext
von Beck

...twilight...?
I′ve seen your place before, I've tread thid field?
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
My city to the scope, my? spokes
My?
But she′ll never never know
My? has a?


?
?
I come from lots of?
My very modest tricks
My pricks and belly rose (?)
My operation blows
?
My big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood
My?
?...

(AAARRGGHH! Okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!
I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with
A man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this
Song. I'll get back with you... Deborah)