The Situationist Songtext
von Shiner

A simple case of timing,
One thin thred,
A thimbleful of lies.
A lie along the way
Could make your wave,
Then we′d all say your name. Fly your flag away
And see who waves,
They might just say your name.
I loved the time when
A little clumsy rhyming
Could fit the crown on your head.

Head down arms straight out,
Left without having completely sussed it out.
Head to the sun i'ved left to run