Untitled Songtext
von Benjamin Brunn

I′ve got a little red bow
And I bought it for you
'Cause I know you′re not fair
I don't get it, oh well
And you color my skin
And the colors don't blend
′Cause I′m gonna get you
And your little dog too
There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
′Cause I know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate
There′s no place like home
There's no place like home
Like home
I′ve, got a southern belle too
And ruby red shoes
With a body of straw
Are you sick of it all?
There's a man made of tin


With an oil can grin
And I'm gonna get you
And your little dog too
There′s a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
And I know you can′t wait
Your belligerent hate
There's no place like home
There′s no place like home
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white
A Technicolorful life
Can I stand by your side?
We can make it alright
Like home
′Cause I'm home
There′s a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white
A Technicolorful life
Then another arrived
It's a cowardly lion
What I want from this world
What I wanna resolve
When I want you to stay
So I want you to wait
I don't wanna be bold
I don′t wanna be cold
I don′t wanna grow old
I don't wanna go home