You'll be the prince and I'll be the prince too
It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes'

No king of this useless nameless non-land
No end to this nothing nonsense non-song

Sitting vacant on plough lane
Sitting vacant
Sitting lame

Yeah, sure, I'll leave the house
But first let me lose a few more pounds

I'm drained by the water, are you losing your mind?

But I have no interest, I am indifferent
I do not care, I have no interest

That's not quite twenty-seven
But my chest feels awful tight
So thank you for listening
Good night, good night, good night!

Do nuns fornicate?
And do scientists pray?
Is a sin committed every moment of every day?

No school, no life, no work, no time, no book, no art, no point, no truth, no use, no friend
No know, no knot, no hole, no birth, no end, no real, no fake

Idiots are infinite
And thinking men are numbered
Don't kid yourself
This isn't news

I could have been
Bald with a baby
A bald eagle baby

I came thirty years back from Salafessien, via South Schlagenheim
To Sunterum and Sunterime
The late Sun Sugar's home town
Buried not far from here

The old clown can be a martyr
And the whore can be an angel
The hack becomes a master
The crass becomes divine

I waited so long
That only a fool would try and stay
If not for you
If not for only you

Will my corpse grow a beard?
Will my house be kept?
And my sperm be reared?

And as I reached for the door
A great big fuckoff truck went straight through me

Defaced, dethroned
The fate, unknown
Unsure, unkempt
His pride: none left

She moves with a purpose
And what a magnificent purpose

Slowly it falls, slowly it dies
Slowly it crumbles right under my eyes

Ce que j'ai fait, fast (Something else French)
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce, ce soir, sacre bleu (Some French shit)