Rotten Zurich Cafe - Black Tape For A Blue Girl

When I was a girl I had no time for fun

My spacecraft all smashed, still trying to run

Her drunken rage.

In descent she explodes

Just waiting for her to explode

So rot in your Zurich cafe

Your rotten Zurich cafe

If I cannot control you with my demands

Then I leave you debased as I relinquish you

Her violence came regardless of what I tried

Regardless of what I did, she’s lose control anyway

It was easier to fuck it up just as soon as I could

Then hide in the store room, keep quiet in my escape pod

I’m waiting for her to explode

So rot in your Zurick cafe

Your rotten little Zurich Hauptbahnhof cafe

If I can’t have you then I’ll destroy everything we have

Cover those bruises wipe up that lip

Isn’t that the way it is done?

We create our personal version of righteousness

Peering from behind your apron.

It worked out ok

Wonderful wonderful example, I’d say

So rot in your Zurick cafe

Raise a glass to who I’ve become

Your rotten Zurich cafe

Three cheers for fears, three cheers for today

Your dirty trainstation cafe

May the satellites fall and crush us tonight

Your rotten Zurich cafe