Peanuts Songtext
von Lipka

Eating peanuts in the kitchen
Peanut crumbs on the kitchen floor
The slow drowning of a dying rotation
The spinning of a nation coming to an end
Crumble crumble
See the giant stumble
Holding on to the kitchen sink
See the kitchen shrink
The medication I′m taking
Keeps me awake at night
So I don't have to dream
Don′t pick up the phone
It's only surveys
And when you touch me
I don't feel a thing
I can′t feel a thing


I can′t feel a thing
Doctor, help me with the pain
Help me clean out my receptors
Make it go away
If the transmission's intercepted
I′m f*cked
I'm f*cked
Cause there′s nothing left to live for
Touch me
Cause I can't feel a thing
I can′t feel a thing
I can't feel a thing
Touch me
Cause I can't feel a thing
I can′t feel a thing
Hold me close and whisper my name