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InsideOut

Pain-Drops Government

InsideOut

I was walking down die Strasse 
With my buddy Tom 
The one who Waits 
and waits and waits

Well, Tommy’s got a wunderbare Stimme 
A voice of pirates up in hell 
Down in New Orleans 
And Tommy boy was able to move things 
Only by chanting out his Soul

He was able to move your feelings 
Wann-auch-immer und wie-auch-immer 
UpsideDown and InsideOut

So I changed the frame and re-framed mein Herz 
Mein brennendes Herz 
Made out of glass and melted steel 
And took the way left 
And left town 
Yes, I left Gomorra 
UpsideDown, InsideOut

And the jurney was painful 
Heading Nowhere 
Going NoWhere 
My feelings went up and down 
UpsideDown and InsideOut

So I finally came down to Orleans 
And I met Tom, Tom the hunter 
Tom was away on business 
And was lying on a carpet 
And the carpet needed 
A simple, thorough, fucking Haircut.

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