U. D. O. - Desperate Balls lyrics

What's the difference from a Saturday night

Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts

In their headless hallways where bodies are

put on the market place

To happiness endlessly taking pills

With the young going down

I see nothing or nowhere

I know what I've found

Must be in paradise

Next year we will live in the country

With our money, by day the sky builds

Doing our laundry and renting us some random machines

Getting our religion and sex on the TV

Assumptions made simply to get away

Everyone old is already with me

On tiny decks enjoying midsummer weather and friendly company

And in their picture frames there you and I will be

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Bright drops of blood so my thoughts are

I turn to lie down but sleep stays far

I'm just an echo of the song going through my head

The light behides the ghost

But I'm the one that's dead

And I think of who you be

When you're here with me

Maybe it's a spiritual disease

Sliding through shoots of oblivion into infinity

Back into our maker's hands

No more rain or controversy

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away