RAGDOLL PRINCES & JUNKYARD QUEENS
(Antje Duvekot)

so [bad word] to this place
 [bad word] a long way
you've got dust in your hair
and after all this time you're still crazy as [bad word] 

there were ragdoll-pinces, junkyard-queens
blessed by the homeless on dirty streets 
first they drag you down, then they fall at your feet

and all the girls with their curls, 
with their buttons and their pearls 
you chased them down, you never cared if they were real 
they touched your hand, took your rose 
and then they blew away like smoke 
but they sure left you breathless

down the road you rambled and you roamed 
and you carried your home
on the souls of your shoes you were looking for [bad word] 
and a love that could put some meat on your bones 

but you lost yourself inside those sounds, 
in the dimestore riches and the carnival crowds
and your shooting star it was burning out

and all the girls with their curls, 
with their buttons and their pearls 
you chased them down, you never cared if they were real 
they touched your hand, took your rose 
and then they blew away like smoke 
but they sure left you breathless

on the razor blade of freedom 
in the heat of your own flame 
lies a loneliness napoleon couldnt cross 
but how can you go back to your fishbowl 
once you've flown with the phoenix 
you may never sleep again 
once you've seen that southern cross

and all the girls with their curls, 
with their buttons and their pearls 
you chased them down, you never cared if they were real 
they touched your hand, took your rose 
and then they blew away like smoke 
but they sure left you breathless