Torpedo Songtext
von Chris Garneau

The lamp was hazel
You′re mighty, you're able
To wrestle the fever
You don′t have to leave her
You wrestle the fever
You don't have to leave her
Come home don't go
The blue torpedo
A smoke halo
The dead will follow

She moves with her friends
They hurt her, she lets them
She doesn′t feel able
And she′s not very stable
She doesn't feel able
And she′s not very stable
She doesn't feel able
And she′s not very stable


Come home don't go
The blue torpedo
A smoke halo
The dead will follow
Get out, swallow
Your glow, your ego
Your red shadow
Will lie in purple

Geryon has six hands and six feet and wings
He was red and his strange red cattle excited envy
Herakles came and killed him for his cattle, the dog too
The red world and corresponding red breezes went on
Geryon did not

Come on, don′t go
The blue torpedo
A smoke halo
The dead will follow
Get out, swallow
Your glow, your ego
Your red shadow
Will lie, in purple