White Sun Songtext
von Ruby Throat

Missing persons, I got loads
Tinka tinka you got bad teeth
What you think was going to happen?
Oh, my little one, come to me

Night sky has got a big mouth
Here comes the roar of the sun
Anaesthetist scraping his chair
Oh, my little one, my little one

Fire, fire, bloody nose
Fire, fire, amuse yourselves
Hydrant red, amuse yourselves

The white sun has my name on it
How long we wait in headless piles
I hear nothing but the deliverer
And is die die die diamonds


Night sky has got a big mouth
Here comes the roar of the sun
Anaesthetist scraping his chair
Oh, my little one, my little one

Fire, fire, bloody nose
Fire, fire, amuse yourselves

What have you and your skin to skin
What have you pulsation ceased
What have you in the event of
What have you to remain with me

Night sky has got a big mouth
Here comes the roar of the sun
Anaesthetist scraping his chair
Oh, my little one, my little one

Fire, fire, bloody nose
Fire, fire, amuse yourselves


Amuse yourselves
Amuse yourselves
Amuse yourselves
Amuse yourselves
Amuse yourselves
Amuse yourselves
Amuse yourselves