Waiting For Godot Songtext
von Sebastian Melmoth

Liquid breakfast underneath St. George′s Cross
I'm sitting on a monument (Which) speaks of nothing but loss
This super strength cider in a paper bag
And these red-nosed charlatans is all that I have

It′s what's inside the coconut that counts, they tell me
It's what′s inside the coconut that counts


In the shadow of the housing estate
I am waiting for Godot, but he′s bound to be late

It's not how big
It′s not how small
It's not how wide
It′s not how tall
It's what′s inside the coconut that counts, they tell me
It's what's inside the coconut that counts