"the battle of los angelsea" lyrics
I would give anything to be that cigarette
Doused in aviation fuel - I prayed that you'd forget that
Your bones are made of bone, your skin is merely flesh
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
You are an island upon which nothing blooms
No vegetation, no fruit of the womb
No apex predators, no rain, no light, no sky
You are an island upon which nothing thrives
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
I would give anything to be that cigarette
Doused in aviation fuel - I prayed that you'd forget that
Your bones are made of bone, your skin is merely flesh
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
You are an island upon which nothing blooms
No vegetation, no fruit of the womb
No apex predators, no rain, no light, no sky
You are an island upon which nothing thrives
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael
I would give anything to be that cigarette
