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all instruments, production and lyrics by Martin Tetzlaff
I'm running scared
it's almost 9 pm
the clock runs faster
much more than i want
the steps of our guests are coming closer
the door's wide open I'm nearly dead
they bring all their friends
their beer and their gin
there's no way back
and me within
I see all their faces
I see all their joy
and my little home transferred to their toy
to be in jail is better than this
I'm sick and tired
I'm hopping mad
I hear them playing "Creep"
they torture my ears
my stomach's turning inside out
the puke on the plank
the smoke in the room
the dustbin explodes for the bottles of wine
the hijack the kitchen
discussions of ways how to bring down the head of state
and now when dust settles
8 am
identifications of former friends
they really hardly now the names of themselves
to blame them right now is a waste of time
the lack of pride my guests have had
as they poured the liters right in themselves
is the picture that I will keep
when they'll ask to throw a party again
it's almost 9 pm
the clock runs faster
much more than i want
the steps of our guests are coming closer
the door's wide open I'm nearly dead
they bring all their friends
their beer and their gin
there's no way back
and me within
I see all their faces
I see all their joy
and my little home transferred to their toy
to be in jail is better than this
I'm sick and tired
I'm hopping mad
I hear them playing "Creep"
they torture my ears
my stomach's turning inside out
the puke on the plank
the smoke in the room
the dustbin explodes for the bottles of wine
the hijack the kitchen
discussions of ways how to bring down the head of state
and now when dust settles
8 am
identifications of former friends
they really hardly now the names of themselves
to blame them right now is a waste of time
the lack of pride my guests have had
as they poured the liters right in themselves
is the picture that I will keep
when they'll ask to throw a party again
