St. Petersburg Songtext
von Dartz!

It′s my turn
It's your turn
It′s my turn
Time to leave

Take a bag
And pack it neat
I've got no future so I'm marching East

Corpses in cardboard boxes
A mystery to the world

It′s my turn
It′s your turn
It's my turn
Time to leave


Take a bag
And pack it neat
I′ve got no future so I'm marching East

Corpses in cardboard boxes
A mystery to the world

I don′t feel exalted driving Japanese cars
And I don't see the value
Of losing paths like well-made rafts
It′s not enough to cling to

Something I was driving haunts my recollection
And my frozen face
It warrents your affection
And I hate the fact
I always hate the fact


I'd like a room in St. Petersburg
With rotting walls and character
Where I can hide from strangers' eyes
And be a mystery to the world
And be a mystery to the world