Countdown to Tinnitus Songtext
von The Girobabies

People talk about Oneself, Two much
At any given Second
In the Third person
Go Forth and drink a Fifth of gin
I′ve got a Sixth sense for the Seventh deadly sin
I should ve Eight something
Before the Nine-bar sub crawl
Playing Tennis with tinnitus
In a tunnel feeling awful

Clock ticking on my ears innocence
Bus stop apocalypse
Countdown to tinnitus

Five
Four
Three
Two
One


I broke through the Ten Commandments
Like a cat with Nine lives
I lost my head like all of Henry the 8th's wives
I slept through the Seventies
Awoke the Sixth of June with a sick sense of humour
Let′s bet our landlords Five hundred monthly rent based purely on a taxi driver rumour
I ate forbidden fruit with the Three wise men
Went Two church in fancy-dress Once never again

Clock ticking on my ears innocence
Bus stop apocalypse
Countdown to tinnitus

Five
Four
Three
Two
One

The silence keeps me awake at night
It's the feedback
The white noise
The wind chimes
It goes through me