Christiania

Two thousand degrees, beads of sweat on my forehead
The air circulates many meters above the ground
dried out carcass hangs firmly on the fence
Goose bumps, it means something’s going to happen

“Millimeter precision”, it said in the sub-heading
It’s a hundred years, since I [bad word] the press
It was a picture taken by the KGB, which was manipulated
I tell you, that it wasn’t me. It was not me
You believe you can see things so clearly
I’m not saying a word, until I get a lawyer

second feels like a minute in here
minute like an hour, an hour like a day
And you think you see things so clearly
I’m not saying a word, until I get a lawyer