My life is a refridgerator

my life is a refridgerator

and my mind is just a record store

I live just like a mars invader

and know the sun and all the shores

from which I came

because you are not the one to blame

 

still I fill my cup with sorrow

not because I fear tomorrow

but because the blue is fading away

and I know you are not going to stay

with me forever more

 

because my life is a refridgerator

and my mind is just a record store

 

that opens up from nine 2 seven

breaks and murders at 5 to 11

comes close to jesus at a quarter to ten

and then….

nothing

 

no blaze no gold or glimmer

just you,

just me,

just chicken,

just dinner

 

the world`s like a big boop

my words… going on and on

spinning a loop

 

U know I´m not the system

I`m a bitch and a beggar

a dime, a dollar, not less, not more

 

but my life is a fucking refridgerator

and my mind is an open record store

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