Sensory Deprivation - Paleface

Daijal gave african-americans crack and white americans Prozac

I know that

Jesse Helms is really Oswald Pohl and Bob Dole leads Coal Control

and Swiss banks are an old faithfull laundromat for the likes of Helmut Kohl

Beer, pinball and jazzy soul

Relax and enjoy a passive bowl

I’m the man behind that Grassy Knoll

Watch your step and mind that massive hole

To really find a classy role is what every actor dreams

How can an equation of one factor seem attractive like tractor beem

Opinions are like assholes, everybody’s got one

Grown men worry about other things like receeding hairlines

I’m smuggling illegal xylitol on Singapore Airlines

I warm my hands on top of a burning pile of 780 000 printed copies of «Howl»

So this is what freedom of speech soaked in gasoline smells like

The stench is foul

«A pale rider should appear when you hear the hoot of a horned owl»

The only political movement I sense right now is in my bowel

Nowhere close to '68, I feel stronger kinship with the spirit of '69

Cropped heads and heavy boots

Fred Perry kicks behinds, my lackies fix me lines

But I certainly don’t snort them

Now thanks to Father Metro

I don’t burn microphones, I support them

And finally faith steps in and sees you through

The lone spectator screams «yoohoo!»

She said I dreamt of smaller things when I was little

Well, my dreams grew too

As I got older I told them, «another 88 days to carry this boulder around my

shoulders and then I’m free to do whatever I please»

But until then I see 25 000 warheads pointed right at me, no!

I don’t wanna be a big baller, shot caller

I wanna be Gustav Mahler

Despite my uncontrollable obsession with mammary glands

I see glam-rock bands turn to goths in front of camera stands

Injected with truth serum

I scare them as I testify:

«all I wanted all along to do cover songs by Procol Harum»