Don’t give me your historic metaphors
Heroine is for heroes, you can croak from crack
‘Round every man and every woman
There is a ghost of the holly past, yeah

Don’t tell me that fiction is the highest sense
It’s more faithful and honest than any facts
Twin-cultures were fighting and no one’s won
Bad or good – doesn’t matter if you’ve got the gun

So I don’t want to know what you’re feelling
I’ll kill you when the phone goes ring, ring, ring
And I don’t want to know what you’re feelling
I’ll kill you, babe, when the phone goes ring, ring, ring
Phone goes ring, ring, ring
I’ll kill you, yeah, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you
When the phone goes ring, ring, ring

Shut your mouth I am here in front of your inferno
Barking dog and the floater are already waiting
I’ve got a coin under my lying tongue
It’s a pay for the passage hope it won’t be long

There is no Oriental wisdom in my words
All people are foolish, you might call them nerds
With my throat full of blood I can only weep
Don’t drown in my sorrows, I know what you need

So I don’t want to know what you’re feelling
I’ll kill you when the phone goes ring, ring, ring
And I don’t want to know what you’re feelling
I’ll kill you, babe, when the phone goes ring, ring, ring
Phone goes ring, ring, ring
I’ll kill you, yeah, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you
When the phone goes ring, ring, ring
When the phone goes ring, ring, ring
When the phone goes ring, ring, ring