German Overalls Lyrics - Singles - Hammill Peter

Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend, 

only Tequila can end the boredom. 

Try to reach London for a pocket of hope; 

we're children, we grope in the dark. 

Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese... 

I feel just like a refugee... 

Rathaus-keepers and traffic police, 

middle-aged maids with rotting teeth 

industrial magazines and old Sunday Times; 

reading material/bleeding lines. 

What are we doing here? 

Memorial manace, eager for revenge, 

has begun to bend our minds. 

Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid; 

now, feeling placid is death. 

I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down... 

here we all are in Ktown! 

The Big Wheel never fails to grind around; 

it drags me up/drags me down 

Seven sentenses wonder 'Can this be real, 

or am I become a performing seal?' 

Why are we dying here? 

I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love, 

I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs, 

I have bit the fruit 

but all I live for is to play 

and I'm tired of the nights and the days 

of airports, taxis and motorway showers, 

grooping for a key in the afterhours. 

David takes to travelling in the van, 

He knows that we all can understand; 

we're at the mercy of the Kosmos Tour, 

making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes... 

but we're still crippled here. 

Cathedrals spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo, 

I think I don't know what is real. 

On a more sudden spotlight, one more madness is over... 

I must not show a sign of fear. 

Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh... 

think I'll just go and take a bath, Guess I'll wash my clothes, 

don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name, 

maybe a servant in the Fame game; 

stake my sane and rest my life on the line... 

Now lay me asunder and rend my mind; 

at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost...