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