Big Pot Songtext
von Dog Faced Hermans

Seems like we′re still in the kitchen
A pease-broth brought to boil
Stuck in a terminal stir
Chucking it all in the air
But the sky don't throw it back
No the sky don′t throw it back
Sun's face is oil, sun's face is black
Sun′s face is oil, sun′s face is oil


What is it weighs on your brain-box?
Is it the closeness of weather?
Or are you allergic to garbage?
Hankering after escape routes
Everyone's frantically cooking
Everyone′s frantically cooking
Sun's face is oil, sun′s face is black
Sun's face is oil, sun′s face is black

Big Pot
Big Pot
Big Pot
Big Pot


Measured per metre, we're done for
Cubits of dross upon each head
Measured per metre, we're done for
Cubits of dross upon each head
I′m wearing a hat
That reaches through ozone
I′m wearing a hat
That reaches through ozone
I'm wearing a hat
That reaches through ozone
I′m wearing a hat
That reaches through ozone