Songtext:
As you lie there on your bed Leuchtfolien Beneath the face of louise brooks With your makeup and your teddy bear And your c.s. lewis books Bad seed You're a bad seed You're a decadent in chrysalis Waiting sleepily to emerge When you'll visit every seedy need Of your random obsessive urge Immobilien Bergisch Gladbach All the ruses that you use All the food that you refuse All the dust and tired air that feeds interior lulus All the poisoned attitudes And the lust for the unknown And the second best that devils use To make this world their own Interior lulu Interior lulu Moglu Every rainy day by e-mail As you lie there on your bed Another virtual page arrives There will be times when you remember me Of the chapters you'll be writing As the voices echo in your head In the book called wasted lives As you read henry and anais
All the lost weekends and booze internet spiel All the finger-and-thumb screws All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise interior lulus Interior lulu Interior lulu
Use the anger Paint a picture of it Throw the colours Use the pain, use the pain Postit Desktop Scream back a brand new emotion As it runs across the skin Fire across paper Burn and curl, burn and curl
You thought you couldn't feel like this But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain Tattooed in that private place Microsoft and tears Intimately pierced Sockstar
Discovering and remembering You felt like this somewhere before Stirrin' up the bed of the river Somewhere you don't like to go
You wrote this down so many times But you get up anyway and you write it down again You've bored us all to death with this Well who you gonna tell When you've nothing left to sell
She says she's lonely She says she knows me But she's a one-way street
She told me what i already know
"if you can carry it out you can take it away If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can buy it, it can be bought If you can buy it, it can be stolen If you can break it It's already broken"
Lately, i can stand to hear other people talking So many empty conversations What a waste of lips
Lately i can stand to stand on primrose hill Look down upon the city A heart pumping the roads
In our racing stripes We rejoice at being "connected" Without touching Thank god for the internet
We stare at our screens All our lives What a waste of eyes 'till the electrical storm blows our fuses And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
All the trust and tired care Left to rust and go nowhere All this gold beneath my skin Sparklin' like sin somewhere within In so deep In so deep that I can't sleep for these interior lu lu lu lu lus
