Funeral Flavored Cigarette in the Morning Songtext
von Cruel Tie

funeral-flavored cigarette in the morning
reminds me of a bad memory and also causes vomiting
brain, clear your mind
and I′ll be fine
alcohol exaggerates feelings
we're not together, we′re just dealing
stop making sense of these sentences
my lines are rigmarole
it's just my style
incomprehensible


I don't think that I′m in true love
I think I feel nothing at all
too ashamed of my home to let her come over
my apartment′s just a hole in the wall
I don't think that I′m in true love
cause true love knows no shame
I'm ashamed I′m alone
I'm afraid of my home
my apartment′s just a hole in the wall
it's just hell of a hole

we always search for new impressions
running away in different directions
sunbathing on the beach
freezebathing in Moskva
my lines are rigmarole
it's just my style
it′s incomprehensible
my feet are longing for H2O
my hands can′t wait to be buried in sand


I don't think that I′m in true love
I think I feel nothing at all
too ashamed of my home to let her come over
my apartment's just a hole in the wall
I don′t think that I'm in true love
cause true love knows no shame
I′m afraid and I'm alone
I'm ashamed of my home
my apartment′s just hell of a hole
thinking of this thing is stupid
I′m shot by drunk Cupid
now I hate our music
I hate music