PJDS
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Timeboms wakes me up this morning And I see a dream explode Sad fireworks at nine am New old language to decode Salesmen bureaucrats cops and bankers All line up to wash my face The room is dense with pointed fingers Now I hate the human race Baby help me I'm not ready yet Water's rising to the edge of the bed Temperatures drop this world in a fridge My head is a scrapyard my mouth is a ditch I'm nothing without you What's with this damned pursuit of happiness Good clean thoughs pollute my mind Waking up ain't nothing else but Murder of a different kind (c) PJDS Tekst: Pieter-Jan De Smet Muziek: Mirko Banovic, Geoffrey Burton, Pieter-Jan De Smet en Frederik Van Den Berghe