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Me
(Vos|Spilker/van Reenen)
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Raised in the land of the undead trying
a-lovin' alla da babes out frying
Alla tourist ta-ta-trainloads a-coming
All for the power of perfidious plumbing

Gaze at the hand of a bloodred prying
Lying alone, in a wet, in a death-defying
Headbed, Fred said the right thing
But he musn't have known he was talking 'bout ya

Bad thing, talking 'bout ya sad thing
Poor thing, pur sang a bitchen hiding

Stuck in the mud, a solidified flailform
Framed by the law of another man's norm
Faced with a fullblown fight with your me
All you can do is run to be free

Chorus:
Me - I've been down with ya babe
We've been all about the floor
See - I'm a clown, but maybe
I can make you cry for more

Nipped in the bud, a personified hailstorm
Trapped like a brat in a summercamp dorm
Who said the way out of here don't lie free?
It just is so hard to see

Bad thing, talking 'bout ya sad thing
Poor thing, pur sang a bitchen hiding

Game for the lame inflight reminder
Mole in a hole unlimited
Deathdrops do not come much kinder
Much less thus less weak and timid

Chorus:
Me - I've been down with ya babe
We've been all about the floor
See - I'm a clown, but maybe
I can make you cry for more

Solo

La la la la
Aaah aah

Chorus:
Me - I've been down with ya babe
We've been all about the floor
See - I'm a clown, but maybe
I can make you cry for more

If the fall can ever be
Save a stretch of sky for me
I will freefall down to you
Through the grey and the high-rise blue

Bad thing, talking 'bout ya sad thing
Poor thing, pur sang a bitchen hiding

Do not cry, do not try
In any way to follow me
Save your breath, be so sly
Leave me fly my Wounded Knee