Siamese Twin Domestic Songtext
von Fall in Green

Grab my wrist and drag me like Eng and Chang
Across the kitchen fluff grease and stink
Joined at the hip, joined at the sink There′s something of Stockholm Syndrome in your slang
I thought I was me but I find I'm a gang

I thought we were we, but I find I′m alone
Except for some self-harm spat
And the moribund spider-plant and our cat
And the moans in our bed and complaints on the phone
I gave you everything, even blood, dear clone